Para looked up from the crystal she held in her palm. "I don't think it's helping me achieve inner peace."
Elly shrugged from where she sat, cross legged on the floor, across from the bunny girl. "It takes time," she said gently, sipping Ovaltine. "Time you might have, if you choose to stay with us."
The blonde sighed. "You know I can't, not permanently. Oh, I don't mean to be difficult, really!" Her bunny ears drooped again. "If only there was a way to satisfy both Polynomials and Conics..."
Elly shook her head. "That's like working with a squared peg and a round hole. But if you have any suggestions, I could bring them to Circe."
Para blinked. "Really? Golly. You've been awful nice to me," she remarked. "Whose side are you on?"
Elly smiled enigmatically. "That would be telling. We want information... information... information..."
"Stop talking to the Prisoner!" Circe said in annoyance, as she strode into the room.
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