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[makesfiends]

If you happen to be sitting near the door this afternoon, just before it opens you might hear laughter. Something like the cackling of a mad scientist, if that mad scientist were very young, very female, and very Bulgarian.

This laughter is followed by shrieking, as the door is thrown open.

...and BOOM!Smoke billows in, behind a small, very

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[always_win]

Snow doesn't really like children. irritating little annoyances, for the most part. But this one is making noise.

"Are you lost, dear?"

[always_win]

Snow outwardly glares at the answer.

"What sort of fiend, you short-fused child?"

Maybe it will try and eat Vendetta. That would be amusing. For about five seconds.

[makesfiends]

She could have sworn she's already explained, but...

Vendetta picks the box up again. "A terrible fiend, with BIG SHARP TEETH," she exclaims as she thrusts the box at snow.

"Charlotte is not here. So! -It is for you."

[always_win]

No, no she hadn't.

Snow, rather taken by surprise, takes the box. And. . . oh, joy. She now has a fiend.

A fiend with BIG SHARP TEETH.

Oh dear.

"Thank you," she manages, a little weakly.

[makesfiends]

It's a useful present. Leave it with the bar for a rainy day, or for someone you don't like.

Or open it, if you're really curious. Vendetta doesn't care.

She's shrugged and wandered off toward the bar. The screeching has made her hungry.

Now if only she could figure out how to order.