[Her smile widens and actually crinkles the corners of her eyes. She has the look of someone imagining (or orchestrating) a future where Warren... wants to give a dog a pet. Yes, how dispicable her grandiose plans can be.]
Okay, well. We'll see.
[Anyway! She turns to cross back over to the stairs.]
Tomorrow, then. Look forward to new friends, Warren.
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Okay, well. We'll see.
[Anyway! She turns to cross back over to the stairs.]
Tomorrow, then. Look forward to new friends, Warren.