Morning.
Dining Hall, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Good morning lord Theodore"
One of the twins greeted him while the other did a deep bow after they reached the dining to meet their lord and lady dining.
Blanc hadn't followed them inside, he had opted to wait outside.
Theodore started. "Who amongst you is the stablehand?"
"The stablehand?" one asked cluelessly.
"Yes" the lord retorted.
"None of us" he replied.
Theodore sighed. "Joyous?"
She appeared startled, why weren't they saying it, she mused. "It was the nice one that is a stablehand lord Theodore" she commented.
Theodore nodded, he understood what she was saying but they weren't saying anything right now, so how was he supposed to know?
He had always avoided identical people, it was a hassle which had made accepting Helena really tasking but now he and his wife had brought a more tasking set home.
