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| Wine and Weddings|

“Go, go!” Hilda urged her companion forward, a childish grin on her face.

Somewhere deep down she recognized that she wasn’t really herself right now. She wasn’t the type to pull a prank like that at a wedding or run away from the scene of the “crime,” especially not with Alfelf--Alefd--Inspector Layton.

Huh. What a weird name he had.She had never noticed calling him “Inspector” all the time. Who names their kid Alfendi anyway? 

“Quick, here!” Hilda almost tripped over her feet and all but slid into her newfound hiding spot beneath the windowsill, pulling her companion down with her.

She let out a laugh, barely noticing how cold it was outside in her wine induced mirth. “Do you think they’re following us?” She asked, unable and unwilling to wipe the grin off of her face.

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| @eternaltranquillity |

To be honest Hilda wasn't sure whether or not she should just leave.

The Interpol agent had been standing at the front desk of the library for a good few minutes already and the woman had not so much as turned to look at her. She had heard that this woman - Bonnie Cartwright, if her sources were to be believed - had assisted in some local cases before and was a valuable resource on any mission.

That being said, Alfendi Layton wasn't the most reliable source. It was slowly occurring to Hilda that she might have been set up for a rather elaborate and very childish prank.

"Excuse me?" She called again, not for the first time. "Do you have a moment, miss?" 

If the lady behind the desk didn't reply soon, Hilda was going to march right back to Scotland Yard and strangle a certain red haired inspector.

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| Welcome to Interpol, dxspereaux |

Hilda wasn't normally the sweet-toothed type, but something about chasing serial killers had been changing her appetite lately. She needed something sweet, and she needed it quickly.

So the agent had decided to sneak away during her lunch break and, long story short, now found herself in a sweet shop without a clue as to what she was doing.

Not knowing what she was doing was far from Hilda's specialty.

She had been wandering aimlessly for a few minutes now, never picking anything up off of a display and trying to avoid looking over at the counter. She was trying very hard not to feel awkward about all of this, and was considering leaving altogether.