Throwing smoke bomb after smoke bomb at her feet as she attempts to skedaddle away!

Steals her candy.

Smoke bomb.

... Smoke dissipates instantly.

Blink, blink.

Runs away!

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⠀⠀" As expected, someone with affluence like you truly understands the finer things. "

With the tea kettle in hand, she pours a nice helping into a tea cup on the table.
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chey

You're mean

chey

What did you call me?

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⠀⠀" Hrm? Ohhhhhh. "

Fixes her glasses.

⠀⠀" That was me in my throwing pie era. "
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⠀⠀" I'm not sure. What happened, my student? "
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⠀⠀" And starving... " The apothecary mumbled, turning back to Maeve to answer her inquiries.

⠀⠀" I totes am a professor! I can't teach due to the lack of time, but I have the credentials, and I many works and lectures under my belt over the, hrm... years? "
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⠀⠀" Uuugh... full... " Iseult sat back, hand patting her belly, while her skin appeared to become pale and their breath exasperated. But, with the drawing of a rune sigil using an infused digit, all those symptoms fled immediately and she returned to health—as if drained of impurities.

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