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[An accidental recording, as Angelina gathers her skirts to walk across the grass. Her gown is white and fair, an indicator of her fresh arrival. A red rose is tucked behind her ear to match her hair. She's humming 'London Bridge' to herself.]

London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, My Fair Lady...

[She pauses to smile.]

Well... If I have perceived correctly from the voices filtering through the garden, I can assume this is not Paradise. I do not count myself on one that belongs there anyhow. But I would like to know my companions at the very least.

Hello, who is there?

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[A little tug at her arm. She's still not sure.]

Demons serve the Prince of Liars. How can you be sure?

They will uphold their Contracts, and they never lie in that regard. By extension, nothing is allowed to befall the Contractor, as it would deprive the demon of their prize. Even if it's selfish and not by order, they'll ensure nothing happens to the one who they're tied to...so I speak from my observations.

Protecting him so he might become a meal. It's-
[She shakes her head and flops herself against Grell with a heavy sigh.]

We shall not speak any longer of it.

So, who is this Queen of Hearts? I must confess that I blanch at any other woman wearing our color.

Ciel chose it, Angelina.

[But if she wishes not to speak, Grell will hold her tongue.]

The Queen of Hearts...I have seen her only once personally, but she is the woman who brought us here and created this land. And don't worry about our color...Though her hair is red, it is nowhere near the strength of ours.

[Avoiding the subject of her wayward nephew completely now.]

Hum. So this is like that one "wonderland" story, is it not? Where nothing made sense... Even the cats speak! The cats! Have you ever heard anything more absurd?

It is incredibly absurd. To be in a land where the library is at her selective whim, cats speak through scrolls, a Vine gives us communication, and houses can be made from the right type of dirt and a memory. At least no heads are falling, hm?

Houses can be made?
Do you have a house?

[She seemed alarmed- Grell never did seem the type to settle down with a husband and home.]

Really?

Yes, I made one. Though it is unnamed for now, and I live by myself. Why, dear, what's the matter?

You never seemed the type to be a domestic, my dear.

Oh, I'm far from that. It's just a place to sleep and have for my own...though it is rather lonely.

[Clapping her little hands!]

Well! Then clearly, I must move in. It wouldn't do to have my poor Red butler all by herself. There's room, isn't there? If you made it, I suppose there must be...

[She stands and rambles to herself, pleased as punch, and still entirely oblivious to the new disfigurement on her body.]

You read my meaning exactly! There's more than enough room for you and your personality~ I do hope you'll approve.

[She stands as well, smiling. She doesn't know whether to bring up the scar or not, Angelina's so happy right now.]

[Angelina reaches back to gently link her hand with Grell's, childlike wonder and curiosity in her eyes- it was a very human trait, curiosity, and could be seen as one of their more attractive features.]

Well, show me! Show me what Heaven this Queen has given us!

Yes, my Lady.

[Grell started along the nearest path, grinning. Who cared where they ended up, there was time to see everything over days and discover.]

The Necessities have clothing and tea and such, the Orchard food, the Library's got such fascinating books-I mean that in they have topics that would be banned at home, and so many things that I haven't even seen yet!

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