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Bianca just stared right back at him since he was kind of doing the same. She was all ready to wind up and give him a nice punch in the gut or something if he said year. But it seemed he made the wise decision to say no. Smirking, she said, "Well, you made the smart choice. Wouldn't want to put you in the infirmary." Because then who would keep her company?
How was Bianca supposed to know what the two had to do with each other? "Nothing, I just want a pet bird." So she could send it after her enemies and have it poop on them or something. "Lucky for you, I am here and I always have a million great ideas to cure you of boredom and dying. After all, Papa Caruso is a healer and he taught me the remedies to a whole bunch of stuff." Given, Bianca only listened half the time since she was so much more interested in the muggle side of things but she knew stuff and that was what mattered.
"We should pretend to be possessed by a spirit and demand everyone gives us all their sweets."
Because Bianca was hungry... as per usual.
Beezey could always make Chance laugh. And laugh he did. He threw his head back and laughed. "Beezey calm your jets and out your fists down." He said teasingly.
Beezey knew the basics?? Pft. Chance didn't believe that one little bit. How many times had he down things and Beezey ended up freaking out about it? Too many to count. Chance snickered. "I hope your healing skills are better than your bread making skills." He stated, his eyebrows raised in tease mode.
Chance blinked. That's all she had come up with? The brilliant mind of Beezey had pretty much just told him to go get her food.... In a round a bout way. Chance cocked his eyebrow at her as he reached the moving staircase on the fourth floor. "I think you are loosing your touch." Chance told her. "Because that was a horrible idea."