Valkarie

Evan, mon cher, viens ici. Tu t’inquiètes toujours trop, n’est-ce pas ?

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?

Lily

Evan, mon cher, viens ici. Tu t’inquiètes toujours trop, n’est-ce pas ?

Lily

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