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[ The feed clicks on to a tired-looking Ella in her living room back home. She's sitting in front of the fireplace, scrubbing at the hearth with a great amount of determination. She sits back, slightly sooty, and sighs. ]
...ugh, that was an ordeal. [ She's not talking about the fireplace cleaning - she's not nearly done with that. She was talking about something else. Roomie wasn't happy about it. She suddenly brightens. ]
Oh, and Harry? I got my three. I think you know what that means. [ Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she turns to see a raccoon padding down the stairs, dragging something behind him. Her smile fades. ]
Bandit? ... Is that ... is that Griffin's shirt? [ .... Oh please let that not be Griffin's shirt. She hits something on the NV to stop the feed as she scrambles to her feet to chase down a naughty raccoon. ]
...ugh, that was an ordeal. [ She's not talking about the fireplace cleaning - she's not nearly done with that. She was talking about something else. Roomie wasn't happy about it. She suddenly brightens. ]
Oh, and Harry? I got my three. I think you know what that means. [ Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she turns to see a raccoon padding down the stairs, dragging something behind him. Her smile fades. ]
Bandit? ... Is that ... is that Griffin's shirt? [ .... Oh please let that not be Griffin's shirt. She hits something on the NV to stop the feed as she scrambles to her feet to chase down a naughty raccoon. ]