"So... you, uh... come around here often?" Gabrielle asked awkwardly, her playgirl image going out the door when she was in the immediate vicinity of one of the twins. Her hand squeezed Elizabeth's a little, while her free hand slipped into her pocket, toying with the coin that dwelled there. Remembering Seychelle even if she shouldn't, even if she didn't want to.<br/><br/>The illusionist brightened a bit when she saw Zamie, letting go of the coin and waving at the tiny girl with a red-lipped smile. "You made it!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>