[WEEK 2, THURSDAY NIGHT: Lucina]

[spinatalltale]

[for all of Magilou's posturing and joking around throughout the week, when Thursday night rolls around, she's suddenly far more subdued. Lucina will notice that she's the one sitting near the hut window, staring outside with a blank expression on her features. her journal is open in her lap, turned to a blank page, as her quill hangs loosely from her fingers]

And the fateful night arrives, quietly and without fanfare. . .

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[spinatalltale]

[her response is bored and super dismissive]

Eh. I don't have a family. I'm a free woman, who travels the world unbound by such worldly connections!

[rightfully]

[ And, by contrast, Lucina's expression is painfully sympathetic.

It's gross. ]

... Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realise.

[spinatalltale]

[. . . IT IS GROSS!! her mouth twitches, threatening to turn downward into a frown]

Come oooon, don't look so sad for me. That implies that this fact actually upsets me!

[it doesn't. maybe once upon a time it did, but no more. it's simply how things are for her-- and besides, back home? she's found something much better than a family]

[rightfully]

[ Lucina just smiles - oh so innocently - at Magilou. ]

Oh yes, of course. That was my mistake.

[spinatalltale]

[Lucina is quickly learning how to deal with the Mags]

Besides! I have something even better than a family.

Employees in my Menagerie.

[how is that better than a family??]