[Refectory it is. They grab a small bite and a pair of seats, finding a blissfully vacant mess hall for their clandestine use. Camille settles with elbows on the table and her hair fanned over her back, eyes on Aqua.]
I have to confess, I can't make heads or tails of yours.
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[Refectory it is. They grab a small bite and a pair of seats, finding a blissfully vacant mess hall for their clandestine use. Camille settles with elbows on the table and her hair fanned over her back, eyes on Aqua.]
I have to confess, I can't make heads or tails of yours.