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"Lucas? I need your strong arms to carry these goodies!" *lumps a bunch of books and flasks over him. "Gotta sell them at the market, and this time, Mademoiselle Pugetty-phase gotta show up."
"Do I... Get an option here?"
"Lucas, you live under *our* ceiling, you gotta obbey the French merchant."
"Come on King She´s not some [HOOT] ing French Harlot! She´s a merry Gipsy lady!"
"Free as the wind Hootie!" *She pats him with tender care with a cheeky smile.*
"Allright.. But only if you teach me the Glyph of Iron when we come back!"
" *tsk* You will never be popular with girls like that Lucas.. but fine, whathever. But it´ll be MY way, so... Stay Hydrated~"
*She then places a quick peck on the cheek of hte Dominican boy... it was Ashen Peach flavour, evident from the dark grey colour it leaved behind.. .and he loved it.*