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GB   Mmm hmmm hm hm ~

GB   Mmm hmmm mm ~


You hear the telltale bell of the front door.


GB   Welcome! I hope you've been having a good day!

GB   ...

GB   ...


...


GB   Okay!

GB   Let me know if you need anything.


Some people aren't in the best mood for conversation. You don't take it personally.

As you sweep, you make a mental 'sweep' of today's agenda. Restock... trim the topiaries... check the greenhouse... Tuesdays aren't particularly busy days, but you always find yourself beholden to a never-ending list of chores. You can only hope the customer will flag you if they need something. Otherwise, you'll have to be vigilant and check in. Which is your duty, of course. But one of many.

Perhaps you should focus on music again. That seemed to lift your spirits.


GB   (Good idea.)

GB   (Any suggestions?)


What about the one you were humming earlier?


GB   (I, um, feel like the moment's passed.)


Your voice is nothing to be ashamed of, Lady Eleazar.


GB   (Oh, it's not that serious. I just... want some variety.)

GB   (Like... oh!)


A commercial jingle plays on the television mounted in the back corner, and you find yourself singing along, just a little. It'll do. Even if it's another one of those shallow pop songs. It's enough to get you sweeping to a nice rhythm again.


GB   Hmm hmm hmm ~

GB   La da dee ~ la da doo ~

GB   Hm hm… hmm?


Something's rustling.


GB   Oh no...

GB   Kerber! No!!




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