Report 26: Weak to Weather [Voice]

[bernardelli]

[A sneeze.]

Ugh...

Not again. I swear, if my immune system doesn't adapt to this climate soon, I'll die. This is such an annoyance.

[She sniffles and clears her throat.]

I miss Ciel. He was such a nice boy and made very good soup. I guess I should go lie down for a while.

Comments

[ratatosk_knight]

Um, if you need someone to make you soup...

[bernardelli]

Ah.. no, no, that's alright. I was just reminiscing a bit.

[ratatosk_knight]

Oh, okay. Sorry to bother you, then.

[bernardelli]

No bother! Really!

[ratatosk_knight]

Are you sure?

[bernardelli]

I'm sure.

[ratatosk_knight]

Okay. You don't need anything else, do you?

[bernardelli]

Just rest and a tracker for that idiot. He probably got lost or something.

[ratatosk_knight]

What idiot?

[bernardelli]

A tall, blond man named Vash.

[ratatosk_knight]

Oh. I don't think I've seen anyone like that around.

[bernardelli]

Heh, maybe that broomhead made it home already.

[ratatosk_knight]

He'd be lucky if he did.

[bernardelli]

That's one of his qualities: dumb luck.

[ratatosk_knight]

That sounds like Colette. Every time she trips, something good happens.

[bernardelli]

That sounds about right. Or, for him, a building explodes.