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Rhiannon smirked. Part of them, a small part, wanted to see Sam’s dancing skills in action. A larger part wanted to stay as far away from that as possible. Rhiannon watched Lena walking away, wishing they had a few more minutes to ask a couple more questions. Hopefully, the others found something productive. 

[color=#D8BFD8]”Well, we can chat in the hall or one of our rooms then,”[/color] Rhiannon said, standing. They had to make their way upstairs anyway to start getting ready for whatever the hell this supper and slideshow was about to present to all of them.