[There is approximately a ten-second delay on this message during which Ghost speedruns all five stages of grief and then secretly prays for a sudden renovation emergency like the floor caving in beneath her feet or something. Which naturally isn't going to happen because the staff is On It™. Damn that availability of skilled and competent help.]
Well. The thing is, you're already speaking to my date, Lestat. It's...me.
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Well. The thing is, you're already speaking to my date, Lestat. It's...me.