[Samir, closed]

[Berraby Romano]

Berraby swung her legs on the stool as she licked her spoon clean, diving it once again into the bowl of strawberry ice cream that Samir had scooped for her. Her rabbit also had its face smeared with ice cream, after Berraby had tried to 'feed' it.

A play? Yes, she would be in a play! A most dangerous play at that, something involving the mean, nasty Liberatores, the beautiful princess who sought to free her kingdom, even if she had to sacrifice her beauty or very life in the process! A princess who had to earn the right for her prince! And only after she got rid of the evil witches and warlocks would her prince come and kiss her and they would ride off happily ever after!

Except, happily ever afters didn't exist. Not since the train accident.

Berraby smiled across the table at the Arabian man and ate another spoonful.

[Samir Sorge]

Samir only prodded his vanilla ice cream, he kept a polite smile on his face, though his nervous motions belied his emotional state. She's loyal, but she will need to know the perfect time to detonate the bomb. It is unlikely Amel or I could give her a signal to do so, she will need to know an opportunity when it arises.

"I can see you do take good care of you doll, cherie, I do hope you would let me borrow it. I must prepare it for the role it will have in this play," he said softly.

[Berraby Romano]

The little girl giggled at being addressed as cherie, nodding at the man's words.

"You need him...for the play?" She hesitated, her grip on the rabbit tightening. Would she get him back? Would he get her a new toy? She took another bite, licking her stained lips.

"Berraby will give you him," She relinquished, "If you do something for her." She twittered like a bird in her seat, cheeks stained pink with mischief.

"If Berraby is going to be a princess in the play, then you must be the prince!" She explained, still holding onto her bunny, moving its arms as she spoke.

"And the princess requires a kiss."