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"Reassuring, truly."
She had never really questioned the Count's choices before. This one? She might be really questioning.
"Very well, but you know the drill. Funny business puts you on my list and that is the last place you want to be, k?"
"The count let you work for him again?" She answered, shocked, her glasses falling askew for a moment before she adjusted them.
"After you tried to end his game?? Tsk, I'm going to need the Count to fill me in on those details of this new arrangement.
Why come back?"
There is but a moment of silence as she stares at he Jester, either from shock or the instant desire to bludgeon him with a clipboard.
Either way, she breathes in to keep her composure.
"I cannot return the sentiment, though I would really like to understand why you would-
Glancing up from her clipboard she gives a nod.
"Good morning to you as well, O'Chunks. You and the Count both have greeted me as if I had been away for some time.
Perhaps Mimi is correct in saying I get a bit too lost in my work.."
Morning coffee? Check.
Routine walk around castle? Check.
Ready a hero status report? Still In the works.
There is a minor head tilt as she adjusts her glasses.
"No, I have simply been busy keeping things in order.
Dimentio does not frighten me either, sir. The only frightening thing about him is his overuse of similes.
As for a good team, they are when they do as they're told-
[ Random thought: Nastasia would absolutely do another secretary job post SPM.
Need an ex-henchlady who can organize an entire castle, help destroy worlds, and will be loyal till her own potential game over??? She's your secretary! ]
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Cue her nearly spilling her own cup of tea, the ceramic clinking together as she steadied it with her other hand quickly.
"Well, then."
...
That's it. She's hitting him.
JUST GONNA /BONK/ THE JESTER WITH HER CLIPBOARD.
Does maybe..a point of damage.
Tucking her pen into her dress shirt pocket she hummed in response, lips pursed at his approach.
"And what gives you the idea that /any/ of us would believe you?"
