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         Bleach - platinum blond? Isis raised an eyebrow. Somehow, it was hard for her to imagine the bubbly girl in front of her with platinum blond hair.

[b]"You s-seriously need to try this...It's like totally amazi-"

...Hm... She's complimenting her own creation. Isis hid a smile. She was pretty sure that it wasn't on purpose, but it was still amusing to hear someone display a trait that was so like narcissism come from someone that she was fairly sure was too nice to be narcissistic.

When Estelle accepted her offer, Isis dropped her hand from her mouth and gave the other girl a warm smile. "That's great. I'll be glad to have your company."

Before Isis could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. With a polite, "Excuse me," Isis strode over to the door and opened it. There was a maid standing outside, holding another tray with several neatly arranged rows of cutlery and small plates. To Isis, they almost resembled a small army. It also made her sigh in resignation - why were her requests always taken too seriously? First the cheesecake fit for at least ten people and now an army of knives and spoons - but instead, she smiled at the maid. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it."

The maid smiled back, a bit shyly. "You're welcome, Miss. Please let me know if you need anything else."

"I will," Isis said as she started to retreat back into the room. "Thank you again!"

She headed back over to the table and this time cut a slice of the aromatic cake for herself. Sitting down, she expertly relieved the new tray of a spoon and lightly scooped a spoonful of the cheesecake. After holding it to her nose for a moment, Isis opened her mouth and took a bite.

Immediately, the sweetness engulfed her tongue, along with a feeling halfway betwen creamy and sticky. She swallowed and was left with a slight tang on her tongue - just a bit of sourness that made her twitch slightly. Mostly, she didn't really like sour things, but as an aftertaste, it actually suited quite well.

As she took another bite, Isis looked up at Estelle and smiled, "You're right. It's really delicious. Thank you so much for making it." She took another few bites and then asked, "By the way, I've been wondering. You started volunteering here... a few weeks ago, I think?" She waited for Estelle's answer and then continued, "And you're a Crossed right?" Lowering her eyes to her cake, she took another bite and asked, "May I ask what your power is?"

Lately, there was a surprising amount of work that Isis had to do. It was only to be expected given who she was, but it required Isis to go out into the open a lot more than she had had to just a few months before. Going out in the open always had some amount of risk attached to it, more so now than ever, now that she was coming close to actually mastering her power. And even now, her parents were still debating about who to hire as bodyguards, taking a lot of time our of their personal jobs, so it would be better if Isis could find her own bodyguards. From what she had heard about the new volunteer, Isis suspected that Estelle had some sort of protective power that might be useful for her.

Isis took another bite and waited patiently for Estelle's answer.