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[booksandbites]

*a boy of about thirteen carrying a small baby enters*

Hello. I'm Klaus Baudelaire, and this is my sister Sunny.

Glajira. (This appears to mean something like, "Our sister Violet is here already. We weren't lost, Violet, we were just late.")Hope you didn't worry, but we're here now

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[sweariwontdie]

*curtsies and smiles*

There you are. Your sister seemed very worried. I'm Armand St. Just but you can call me Amanda for now if it makes you feel better. Your sister said you were orphans. Where are you staying?

[booksandbites]

Bonjour. *smiles*

Nice to meet you, Miss St. Just. It looks like we're staying with Mr. Wonka and Charlie at their factory, which ought to be nice.

[sweariwontdie]

You've spoken to your sister. Charming girl. Just remember you can come to me if you ever need help.

*smiles* You all look like such good, intelligent children.

*waggles fingers at Sunny*

I would be delighted to watch Sunny anytime you needed a break.

[booksandbites]

Thank you.

*clings to Klaus a little more tightly, because distrust of adults much?*

Er... and, thank you again.

[sweariwontdie]

*bites her lip* I'm sorry, Sunny.

I suppose you haven't any reason to trust me. *sad smile* Well, just don't forget me if you need help.

typist: *glomps*

[booksandbites]

Cincira! ("Don't be sorry, and thank you. You seem nice.")

Typist: *glomps back*

[sweariwontdie]

You're welcome, Sunny. I'll try not to be. *smiles*