"Indeed, I was attracted to my quarters by 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵." He does not mean the Pavlova. Flins approaches Illuga with even footsteps. His gait betrays nothing, nor do his eyes. He stops short of Illuga and tilts his head, hiding his mouth behind the collar of his coat. +

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"Why, thank you. It looks divine. Will you let me have a taste?" ... He does 𝘯𝘰𝘵 mean the Pavlova.

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 , ᅠᅠᅠʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ , ᴛʜɪs 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ǫᴜᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻; ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ . ᅠ ᅠ

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I will wait one more day outside of the collector's home. If they do not return by then, I fear a certain colleague or two may begin to wonder after my disappearance.

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