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[uniquemiscreant]

I am never, ever going to -

Not ever-

How many days did I sleep?

My head. My eye. What the f-

...where's my pretty vase?

Millie, what the bleeding hell is going on? And where is my pretty vase?

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[shapely_millie]

What's going on? What's- you're asking me what's going on??

I'm tired, hungry, a little upset and I'm definitly irrated. I'm about to use colorful words to describe what is going on unless you have enough sense to run.

[uniquemiscreant]

Try me.

[shapely_millie]

No. I'm still upset about my vase.

[uniquemiscreant]

Ah yes, the pretty one. I was missing that particular vase. Where is it?

[shapely_millie]

It's broken.

[uniquemiscreant]

How sad. I rather liked that one.

[shapely_millie]

You broke it, dear Theodore.

[uniquemiscreant]

... I did?

[shapely_millie]

Yes, after you vomited in it.

Ugh. I've no idea what you ate that night but it was pleasant to see.

[uniquemiscreant]

Merlin. Millicent, I am so very sorry. I never intended to get that intoxicated. However, apologies solve nothing and I doubt buying a new vase would help either.

What can I do to make it right?

[shapely_millie]

As you should be!! It was hand blown. I should ban you from my liquor cabinet for the rest of your stay here.

[uniquemiscreant]

If that's what it takes, alright.