[Adele takes a bite of her stew and blinks, following Remy with her eyes until he returns with the scarf. She wants to protest, really, but she knew full well it wouldn't do anything. He'd made up his mind, just as she'd made up hers to feed him today.]
Merci. I'll return it once I have my own again. [And she will return it. With cookies, if Helios and Ginia made them, which they would.]
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Merci. I'll return it once I have my own again. [And she will return it. With cookies, if Helios and Ginia made them, which they would.]