champagne for my real friends ; open

Radeken tipped her head to one side, drawn from her thoughts by the nearby commotion. Hotelsuites seemed awful upset over the cracking of her little bauble. Just snag a new one. All things were replaceable, were they not? Though perhaps those pictures weren’t... Wonder what those are.

She watched as they fluttered to the ground and stooped to examine thenbetter. Hotelsuites, Margaret, kids? Uh? Radeken blinked, looking up at the other woman. “[color=#40bf40]Uh...”

Now, Radeken was in no position to judge someone harshly for lying. And really, this lie wasn’t one that brought her any personal loss or harm. It was just...confusing. Why lie about something like this? “[color=#40bf40]So...so what are you up to? What have you been...what’s the motivation here?” Radeken laughed, reaching forward to press a paw down onto the pictures that had settled before her. Partly so they wouldn’t be stolen away by the wind again, and partly so she had some leverage to ensure Hotelsuites answered her question. Even if it didn’t harm her, it still interested her, and when Radeken wanted something, she intended to get it.