Arlecchino: Lady Furina, on behalf of the children of the House of the Hearth and myself, I would like to offer you this assortment of cakes as a token of our appreciation for your hard work. I hope that we can put any past indiscretions behind us.
Furina: "Indiscretions"?! You tried to murder me!
Arlecchino: Oh, did I? My apologies. In my defense, my objective was to take the gnosis, not to kill you. Had I truly intended to end your life, I would have done so. Rather easily, I might add.
Furina: Sorry, I'm just... you're giving me a lot of mixed messages here and it's very confusing. Is this how you usually apologize to people? With cakes and thinly-veiled threats?
Arlecchino: I have never apologized to anyone before, so I must confess to my own inexperience. How am I doing? Has my performance been satisfactory?
Furina: It could use some work.
Lyney, back at the House of the Hearth: So, tell us how it went! Did you put the moves on her like we talked about?
Arlecchino: Indeed, I did, and to great effect. In fact, she was sweating profusely and her eyes were the size of dinner plates the entire time we were talking. I believe that means she fancies me.
Lynnette: I suppose that is one of the things it could mean.
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