Mekoa could feel her full lips twist into a snarl.<span style="font-style: italic">How </span>dare<span style="font-style: italic">he think he can waltz right in on my task?</span>she thought bitterly. But, maybe that was why the "boss" sent him along: because he suspected that she was double dealing.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh well... About time he found out anyways...</span><br/>"She butted in between her task and her rival to ask innocently, "oh my dear child, is the soup too hot? Oh, good evening Vishnu! I was distressed at you leaving our conversation so soon..."