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It was just another day. Calm, quiet, still. The ideal situation to catch up on some much needed reading.
So there she was, comfortably nestled up in ten blankets surrounded by a nest of pillows. She had a lengthy book in hand, though the contents of its pages weren't that interesting it distracted her from the feeling of an oncoming cold. After falling into the town's fountain just two hours prior, it's no surprise to find her there in the most pampered way imaginable. Clearly, those keeping an eye on her surely cared for her wellbeing, and it was a crime not to take advantage of the situation.
The silence was cut short, however, by some childish snickering coming from outside the door.
Azrael and Ienzo walked in, Ienzo with a chart in his hand and Azrael with a tray. Obvious was the innocence act that they put on when the bundled worm on the floor gave them a solid look.
"So, what's all the laughing about? An inside joke I missed?" Despite sounding spiteful, she actually looked amused and intrigued.
"We were just discussing your first day here." Ienzo simply smiled, "After your trip into the fountain, Azrael thought to show me the footage he got of you when you were..."
"High as a kite." Azrael finished, setting the tray down on the little table in the room.
"Right. Though I was there, it was quite a marvel to relive. I didn't take on account that the Gummiphones could take video through the camera."
"Wait, wait, wait. You have video of me? Doing what exactly?" Iliana didn't bother sitting up and instead just looked up expectantly.
"You don't know?" Azrael ran a hand over his hair, "That's funny... Well, for starters you spoke a lot of French at the time."
"That's always a good sign." Iliana grumbled, rubbing her face, "You know basically the same stuff I do, so can ya tell me what I was doing with that French?”
"You were reciting poetry about cheese." Azrael grinned, "Even Ienzo could tell by how many times you repeated fromage in ten minutes."
"Hey, any junkie could have a hanker for a hunk of cheese."
Azrael continued, "It delved into a whole language war. You started demanding fondue and Wonderbread and we ended up- I guess you could say arguing- in about ten different languages until ya finally started giggling about spuds."
"Spuds is a funny word, what can I say?" Iliana huffed a bit, "Same for fromage and uhh... your face."
"Real original. Anyway, after that you still demanded fondue and then, for some odd reason, started up with romantic Russian poetry."
Iliana just started giggling, "No surprise there. Didja let me have fondue at some point?"
"Yeah, but ya passed out by the time we came back with it. A shame, really. I was looking forward to seeing the first two years of your childhood right then and there."
Iliana rolled her eyes, "Ah, great. Now I'm craving cheese. Thanks a lot."