"And what the f**k is that supposed to mean?" Britille asked as she scrunched up her nose. Calder just kept walking as he held Syria's hand. "HEY! I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Britille shouted causing Calder to stop and look at her coldly. "You seriously want us caught don't you?!" He hissed.
"I drugged those idiots already!" Britille shouted. "You what?!" Calder groaned. "We did." Syria said firmly. "I made some soup and Britille added some sleeping drug she got from the Guild. Then she handed out the soup with that angelic face of hers." She conitued explaining as if it wasn't a big deal. "Oh my G*ddess, not you too!" Calder said as he facepalmed himself.
