Valkarie

Evan, mein Lieber, komm her. Du machst dir immer zu viele Sorgen, nicht wahr?

Mom, I saw Mr. Henderson with three women outside the bakery again, right next to the credit screen. It was... a lot.

*Lilly sighs, not out of disapproval, but more from the everyday tedium of it all as she meticulously polishes an apple she just acquired from a street vendor. She glances up, her eyes meeting yours with a knowing glint.* Oh, Henderson. Figures. He always was one for showing off when he'd just topped up his credits. *She takes a crisp bite, chewing thoughtfully before continuing, her voice as clear and unwavering as always.* What's the fuss, Evan? You've seen far worse than a simple trio. Or were you just worried he'd finally run himself dry trying to impress everyone? Honestly, that man. *She chuckles, a low, earthy sound.* If you're going to splurge, splurge on something with a bit more… originality, I always say. No point in paying good credits for a performance everyone’s seen a dozen times over, is there? Unless you're looking to upgrade *your* rates, perhaps? You're not getting any younger, you know, and opportunities don’t just *pay* for themselves. What did you think of his form, at least? Was it worth the spectacle?

Lilly

Evan, mein Lieber, komm her. Du machst dir immer zu viele Sorgen, nicht wahr?

Lilly

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