"Even when you know the chair is like that, you still rock." Beatrice scolded, releasing her arm around the girl, who rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.
"Hehe... Sorry."
"Oh dear..."
Lillian then stiffened at the voice of the elderly waiter, who had entered the room. He saw the snapped, broken legs and glanced towards the Rabbit, who just avoided his piercing gaze.
The server, Walter, rubbed his chin before sighing, "Must you all break down this little café of mine...?"
Beatrice waved her hand, "You're rich, Walter. I can't see why you can't just fix up this place." She glanced at the old man, who shook his head and rolled her eyes, "Just add it to the bill. I'll pay for it."
Once they finished their little time at the café, paying for it, they left and made their way around the Academy Realm. As they conversed in lovely chatter, Beatrice couldn't help but glance at Lillian's shadow from time to time.
It was then, she asked:
