She was just leaving the kitchen fifteen minutes later after threatening the lives of everyone in the area how, if a single crab claw were affected, she would make all their lives a living hell, when she decided her reputation was preceding her. Evidently her temper and penchant for pranks had them all agreeing profusely to not harm her new pets and the chef was feeding them tiny pieces of fish they were fighting over. Miklos was nowhere to be found but considering she’d tossed salty, soggy seaweed at his head, he was likely getting cleaned up.
She grabbed her headphones and her laptop from the living area and nestled into the corner of a couch and flipped open her device ready to tune the world out. She was still angry and irrationally so. Miklos had violated her friend’s privacy and not
