"Hey!" Earnie threw his empty bottle at him, which he quickly ducked, "You moron! It's obvious English is her second language, dipshit! How's she supposed to know what the fuck you're talking about?! Poor girl's over there lookin' for an actual key for God's sake!"
She had been alone for so long... Not that she minded all that much. She was always a bit of a loner, but every once and a while it became... well, frankly, depressing. And she couldn't even remember the last time she had hung out with people about her same age.
Back at the tea shop, Ephram Wren, directed his two younger daughters, Azalea and Rosette, to start cleaning up.
At that very moment, Ireana was tossing her snow-caked coat over the back pew of the chapel. revealing a very confused looking chicken under her arm.
"Okay! I'll go first!" Wen said excitedly, "Sabre! Where are you from?"
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