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I've got a good feeling. . . This could be our best mission yet!

"you were busy overseas, I remember now, yes." finishing off her scone, reaching into the basket to pull out a cartoon of cranberry juice and some plastic cups that looked like wine glasses. "here, drink."

taking a moment herself to look around, vivid memories of a full audience and music thrumming through her bones coming to the forefront of her mind. "do you remember my first show here?"

"you look as though this place will come alive and eat you." spoken after another bite of her scone.

"I suppose so." she would pick out a little buttered blueberry scone for herself, taking a bite and letting a small smile form.

"I could if I wanted to, but no." she can tell, she remembers Lena's teasing from before. it's nice to see it again. "( you * ) pick first, this is my treat after all."

"of course I know, this is one of the few places I would still frequently check on." she would then begin to pull out an assortment of little pastries and sweet treats from the basket, setting them out for Lena to pick from. "I wanted. . something normal. I'm not a free +

"it's nice, familiar." Amélie would climb up onto the stage, pulling a blanket out of the basket she carried to lay out and sit on. "someone must still care for it, perhaps they wish to renovate it one day."

maybe the universe is being kind to her after all these years then. of course, Amélie was always one for punctuality and would arrive outside the old theatre exactly on time. spindly limbs climbing in through the half boarded window, making sure the basket she carried was +

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reading over it, a faint smile on the edges of her lips. fingertips tracing along chicken scratch. yes, this works. she'll get everything ready and together.