[ She doesn't ask him about that, as much as she wants to. Maybe another time, when she can understand more of it. What matters is that Alice won't be eating alive by rats. Now that would be a pitiful death. It's placed in one of the pockets in her apron as she twitches her hands to remember that her weapons are still with her. He can come if he likes, Alice isn't expecting him to join in. She saunters on her feet, turning on a heel to seek out a fairy ring. ]
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Very well.