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[The Emperor stands the hallway of Level One, awkwardly clutching a beehive shaped like a small griffon, with soot smudges on his face, dirt on his clothes, a few drowsy bees bumbling around him, and the door of his room, smoke billowing gently through the sliver of open door behind him.]
No need to be - alarmed.
[His breath catches wrong, and he coughs hard for a few seconds.]
Planned incineration. Perfectly contained.
If nobody claims the bees they're going to the greenhouse.
[Private to Barbara]
I'm going to need a new room.
[Spam - deliveries for Bush, Morgana, Hannibal, and Sylvanas.]
[Hours earlier, but not many- On the morning of the 10th, each of them will open their doors to find neatly potted plants. Bush recieves one elegant apple bonsai, less than two feet high. Morgana gets several pots of pansies, in different colors, arranged so as not to block the door, Sylvanas gets catnip, and Hannibal gets herbs - basil, sage, rosemary, and thyme.]
[The Emperor stands the hallway of Level One, awkwardly clutching a beehive shaped like a small griffon, with soot smudges on his face, dirt on his clothes, a few drowsy bees bumbling around him, and the door of his room, smoke billowing gently through the sliver of open door behind him.]
No need to be - alarmed.
[His breath catches wrong, and he coughs hard for a few seconds.]
Planned incineration. Perfectly contained.
If nobody claims the bees they're going to the greenhouse.
[Private to Barbara]
I'm going to need a new room.
[Spam - deliveries for Bush, Morgana, Hannibal, and Sylvanas.]
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