Babel - Continued from thread elsewhere.

[Isidore]

"Who did this?"  

[Trintara]

"A witch. You know how they are." He snickers.  

[Isidore]

"And where is she now?"  

[Trintara]

"Dead."  

[Isidore]

"... Hm. That might be a problem."  

[Trintara]

"...Oh. Well I'll just take these then." He starts stacking the remaining cinnamon rolls.  

[Isidore]

"You don't seem very upset."  

[Trintara]

"Why would I be upset? I'm not the djinn who has been involuntarily enslaved and abused and dragged about and locked up and... do you have any chocolate?"  

[Isidore]

"I don't like chocolate."

Benzel looks up at Edan.  

[Trintara]

"No chocolate? And no freedom?" He makes a sad puppy face.  

[Isidore]

"I'm afraid not."  

[Trintara]

"...Okay then." He holds the cinnamon buns close and starts to sink through the floor.  

[Isidore]

She raises a carefully-penciled eyebrow. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"  

[Trintara]

"Not if you can't free a djinn." He sighs dramatically and continues to sink.  

[Isidore]

"How important to you is your freedom?"