[she feels like someone's set a small, electric current through her skin, prompting her to fidget in place foot to foot. the excitement threatens to bubble up too bright, too fast, and she swallows back on it to instead look toward the grand stair.]
Let's go look. Our notes, collected things...maybe they're still there?
[and if she's going to freak out one way or the other, she doesn't want to do it in a parlor with excellent acoustics.]
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Let's go look. Our notes, collected things...maybe they're still there?
[and if she's going to freak out one way or the other, she doesn't want to do it in a parlor with excellent acoustics.]