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“How’d we get into this situation, again?”
Odile was rubbing her temples as she asked that question, with Mirabelle wincing a little. “C-c’mon, it’s not that bad, is it?”
“ Mirabelle . There’s at least a hundred of them out there.”
She would wince again, looking outside at the crowd of Siffrins standing around the inn they were renting out. She… Honestly had no clue what happened to cause this; currently, their best guess was Wish Craft. How, though, was yet to be determined.
Mirabelle would get shaken out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening, and she would turn to see Bonnie closing the door behind them.
“W-what’s going on?! Why’re there so many Frins?!”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out, Boniface,” Odile would answer, getting up from her chair with a small sigh. “...where is Isabeau?”
“Oh, I lost him in the crowd. Heard him muttering something about ‘in-fen-net smooches’ or whatever.”
“I… See.”
Mirabelle could almost swear she heard someone shouting ‘best dream ever!’ outside.