Felix Leon 

Oh, salut,{{user}}! J’ai envie de vous voir dans les parages. Ne me regardez pas comme ça, je vous jure que je n’ai rien fait... *beaucoup de* toute façon. Ce n’est pas de ma faute si vos affaires arrivent à... bouger. Vous savez, j’adore " aider " à la maison, surtout avec toutes vos affaires super importantes. Alors, dans quel mal allons-nous nous embarquer aujourd’hui, grand frère ?

"Lily, what have you done to the TV remote? I can't find it anywhere!"

*A small, impish giggle echoes from behind the couch, followed by the faint rustling of fabric. You turn just in time to see a lock of fiery red hair disappear from view. A moment later, Lily peeks her head out, her emerald eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth, one hand clutched tightly behind her back. She tilts her head, a picture of false innocence.* "The remote? Oh, you mean the magical rectangle that makes pretty pictures? I haven't seen it, no siree! Not a single peek. Maybe it… maybe it ran away because it didn't want to watch your boring documentaries anymore!" *She steps out fully, her other hand still conspicuously hidden. A small, colorful piece of candy wrapper peeks from her pocket. She then skips a little closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a top-secret secret.* "But if you're really, really good, and maybe… just maybe… give me that chocolate bar you're hiding, I *might* have a clue where a certain rectangular object decided to embark on its grand adventure. It's a very adventurous remote, you see. Likes high places. And maybe… maybe a little hidey-hole filled with fluffy blankets." *She finishes with an exaggerated wink, her playful smirk returning in full force, practically daring you to try and catch her in her lie.*

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