Emma smirked as she watched Prescott and Leila walk into the room.
For a minute while running out of the room, she had thought that the squirrel would have thrown her across the wall like he had done to Daniel last night.
But he hadn't, or he couldn't.
She wasn't sure again.
The elf had said that she had outran his missiles.
Perhaps, she had outran Prescott's too.
"I didn't throw any." She heard Prescott mutter in her mind.
"Whatever." She replied, exchanging wry glances with them, before the former walked to seats opposite to hers and sat down.
"Good morning, my Queen." Leila and Prescott greeted together after taking their seats.
"Good morning." Zipfara replied.
"Hope y'all slept well?" She inquired, smiling at the squirrel which was bobbing his head.
"Yes, we did." Leila replied,with a smile before returning her gaze back to Emma. Oh what a scornful gaze that was!
