Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile

[Silver.2]

He called out to the back of the cafe.

"Waitress! A half cup of black, s'il vous plait."

[Miaou]

Gerald shrugged and looked around the cafe. A part was untouched and he saw a nice table.

"Want to grab a seat? all of us standing around its hurting my legs."

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[Silver.2]

Perrot nodded.

"I'd enjoy that."

[Charo]

She sighs

"Oui, may as well have a snack before getting beheaded by the Monsieur here."

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[Silver.2]

"Beheaded?"

He chuckled.

"Non. Waste of time. Just get a broom, officer."

[Inquisitor Gaunt]

Inspecteur de Lise wandered into the cafe, dressed in a flamboyantly bright pink shirt under a pair of rainbow coloured overalls and a jet black fedora. Signalling to the waitress, she ordered herself a hazlenut and butterscotch latte, before giving the establishment a proper look around.

"Potato chips..." she muttered under her breath, noting the remainder of the crew congregating together, "must be polite."

She quite literally skipped over, before stopping dead in front of the remainder, her voice almost unbearably cheerful.

"You'll survive a beheading!" she cried, grinning from ear to ear. "Or...at least for a few seconds! Brains don't die that quickly!"

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[Charo]

She rolls her eyes and walks behind the counter, giving the new entrant a questionable stare for a second.

"And I also suppose you want me to "Get back to the kitchen and make you a sammich", oui?"

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[Silver.2]

He turned back towards her.

"No, I want you to clean up the damn Cafe that you wrecked. What's wrong, mademoisellle, a little responsibility too much for you?"

[Miaou]

"That's a little harsh making her clean this all, oui?" Gerald said, trying to get points with Christene.

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[Silver.2]

He shrugs.

"She wrecked it..."