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"Fine, strawberry daiquiris." She said agreeing to call them whatever he wanted for the moment, as long as he stopped drinking them. "Look Rahal, you're doing a terrible job at.. whatever it is you're trying to do." Catherine finally said as he draped himself over her shoulders. "And while Brandon may have been a murderous child as a Lessard, he also didn't order a direct hit on his nephew." The fact that she had had to do that, and at the time had done so easily still bothered her.

"Either way, I think you should likely limit yourself with those things. Last time was less than desirable in it's outcomes." She pointed out frowning at the ostrich as it began to attack a patron.