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Songrose shook her head. What was she supposed to do with him? She paused as her own phone rang, and she pulled her phone out cautiously. There was only one person that called her anymore, and even then, it was when he couldn't get a hold of Daemyn. She quickly tried to hide her scowl, nodding tothe others briefly. "If you want to real the labels on the spices, and the packaging on the meat, Kish, you can. I'll be right back. Umm..." She glanced at the other two girls. "Do me a favor, and keep out of the bedroom for a few minute, will you?" She hurried into the bedroom, being careful not to slam the door behind herself.

She frowned at the phone a moment before answering. "Yes?" She listend to the voice on the other end. While her greeting had been cheery, she had a dark scowl on her own face. "Oh, he didn't? Perhaps he has a reason to avoid you; can you think of anything?" She rolled her eyes. "Right, of course I'll talk to him. The problem is it's not easy to talk to him...yeah, it is your fault." Without another word she hung up the phone, turning her scowl to the ceiling. Star watched her, one head tilted to the side. She had never understood the situation; Song hadn't even explained it to her. But she knew it was something, the way her face looked. She quickly wiped it clear, walking back to the others. "Well, I suppose I should start cooking dinner then, shouldn't I?" She never noticed; there was always a remnant of her irritation after thse conversations. She glanced at Kish. "You read the labels? Everything okay? Because I can make something else; I haven't started making this just yet, you know."

(I know, Nasia; you know I would kick his ass, too. But I have to stay in character, and Songrose wouldn't do that, you see?)