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"Of course, Jadeling. One of those faces," the Galletti matriarch agreed with a Ida's hand stilled around her glass, fingers millimetres from the condensation gathering on the cool surface. Michele's brow rose just slightly, and then lowered over narrowed eyes which settled on the wider, matching pair sunk into his daughter's gaunt face.

"I..." It was Cloasse's turn to feel her heart nudge her ribs, insistently reminding her that she didn't quite know what to say. "Well... Well, there are some nice book stores. And, I mean, I hear that the magic used there is full of anomalies, and anomalies are fundamental in research... I - I also have friends there."

"We would prefer it if she were to remain at home more often," Michele stated, raising his chin as if daring Ethan to make comment on his daughter's actions. Of course, it wasn't out of any desire to protect Cloasse, but instead to protect his own reputation. "There are far better book stores closer to home."

"Our own libraries are likely more than adequate," Ida commented with a half-smile. "Unfortunately, we can't keep her from straying. Curiosity takes her from us." Ida almost sounded sad. "Marceline, tell me... Who made your beautiful dress?"

Almost.