[CHOWS DOWN, then. Sorry, flamingos. She's brushing crumbs from her cheeks as she leaves the kitchen, but when she spots the cards, casts a quick glance around at her surroundings to weigh her options -
To the ballroom she goes! Sneaking all the way.
At least she's eaten, so she doesn't have to worry about her stomach growling and blowing her cover.]
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To the ballroom she goes! Sneaking all the way.
At least she's eaten, so she doesn't have to worry about her stomach growling and blowing her cover.]