Moving with a sort of idle grace, Misha wandered over to start poking at more cabinets and drawers in her search for more edible treats. She made a little sound of discovery as the third drawer turned up someone's hidden stash of licorice whips. She held it up to show the others with a grin. "It's still sealed," she pointed out. "Processed sugar is still sugar and who doesn't have a sweet tooth?"
"Oh, and Mathilda? Dubois?" She said it in a perfect accent. "A bit of French to go with the German and Irish?"
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