"Pierrette."

It was just a simple parroting of the word, the pronunciation as disturbingly perfect as the bran muffins the redhead had retrieved from the over, inert and analytical as if she were reading aloud a label on a microscope slide. Her gaze finally rolled over to Pierrette as she closed her book and slung her bookbag over the shoulder. It was no less cold than anything else being associated with her at the moment.

"That... would be appreciated. My schedule is far too busy to stay here any longer than I have to. Until next time, I suppose."

With that she left, the only lasting trace of her anger residing in the baked goods the exchange student was handling.

[FIN]