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Gud- mah feet are tired from travelin' soow much. She replied with a stuck-out tongue. It was true; she was tired. Like, really tired. She was still only a kid, after all, even if she often thought she was much older. Her tiny tail wagged in the air. This was too much excitement in such a short amount of time. Was there something like being too happy? Because if there was- she was sure she was feeling it right now. surely she wouldn't be able to sleep that night, poor Lotte. She listened carefully to Arturo's words, knowing he meant well. He was just looking out for her, she believed, and since she liked him so much she was willing to do what would make him happy. But she would only be escorted like, 3 times or so. After that she was sure she could do it all on her own. Fiiine, deal. She said with shifty eyes- obviously as part of the joke.

Thank ya! She chipped happily with closed eyes. Despite not having learned much from her mother- she had still been learned manners like saying "please" and "thank you". Just come tomorro'- otherwise it'll be harder for meh to leave. She said with a nod. with so little time left, she better head back home if she wanted to explain everything to her "older sister". Still, she waited for an official dismissal from Arturo- any sign he would better carry on with whatever he had been doing before she so rudely crashed his party.