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[doihavetoexplainmath]

[There's no greeting or anything, just some changing and scraping sounds and a shot of a shadowy, faintly purple ceiling, and it cuts off four seconds later.]

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[doihavetoexplainmath]

"I'm fine."

[thebubblyone]

"Suit yourself," she murmurs, nonplussed. "But you won't owe me anything over a favour or two, I hope you know that."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

Well, that wasn't her concern at all, and it touches a nerve. "I didn't think I would. Why is everything so transactional around here."

[thebubblyone]

Brows lifting.

"It's not, Entrapta, that's my whole point. I just don't know why else you wouldn't ask."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"I have plenty to do. I don't need anything." She crosses hers arms, frowning. Hilda, admittedly, is not guilty of annoying her this way, just bringing it up.

[thebubblyone]

"Suit yourself. Anyway, we'll catch up again soon, alright? Don't be a stranger, love."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"If that's necessary." This isn't really Hilda's fault, but she's not going to be too pleasant about it.