[More than anything else, Edea wants to finish the rest of that parfait. It looks delicious, it probably tastes amazing, but some combination of her bloated stomach and Ringabel's poorly hidden worry cause her to leave out a sigh and set her spoon down.]
Alright, Ringabel. You win.
[There's a hint of exasperation to her voice, but also a kind of passive resignation. She won't make an issue out of this. Not yet, anyway.]
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Alright, Ringabel. You win.
[There's a hint of exasperation to her voice, but also a kind of passive resignation. She won't make an issue out of this. Not yet, anyway.]