Evening.
Outside, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Oh, and the lovely damsel returns" Gabriel wailed when Joyous came out to gather the dried bedsheets that they had washed today.
He ran to her as she started to walk hastily.
"I keep having a feeling it is past time you leave" she countered, her arm full with folded white bedsheets.
"What is your name fine lady?" he asked in a sing-song.
She ignored him and continued her walk, he jogged to her front, blocking the way and restricting her movement.
"Move out of the way," she said through gritted teeth.
"Let me help you carry it" he offered with a boyish smile. One she refused to look at.
"No, wait out here, the lord shall be with you soon" she retorted.
He laughed lightly, but his puberty voice was thundering. "That sounds like a prayer" he pointed out.
