[ all your practical cell blocks with your sitting rooms and kitchens. Sprezzatura follows him to the kitchen, the only sound from her that of her prim, heeled footsteps. she doesn't take any cupcakes just yet, but that's namely because of what he's said, and how she has very little ability to not immediately picture their last meeting because of it. ]
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It is not as if I am ever far, Mister Inkwell.