'It's not over yet,' 5025 said. 'Don't we know someone who has all these things?'
'Vatoly?' Avina looked at it but shook her head. 'He's not going to let me use his things. Instead, he'll scold me for taking the easy way out!'
5025 shook its head. It reminded the Host of the plot. 'Charlise needed some rare ingredients too. Don't you remember who she got them from?'
Avina thought long and hard. Her eyes flickered and she bit her lip. As she arrived at the conclusion, her head popped up. 'Donolve!'
Charlise had her thumb dipped into a couple of pies. Of course, one of them was Rayon. Donolve Ashint was her childhood friend, training to be the future heir of the Ashint's household. Their encounter was a random one but one that stuck forever and made him fall hard for her.
