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"Mm...okay? I only wanted to know what those little candies were called, I'm sure I had those before." Marci said, before hearing eye-person speak. This name eye-person had for her seemed equally, if not almost as rude as 'eye-person.' Besides, the eye-person didn't seem to mind, so she supposed that the name didn't upset her.

Goddamn you, whiteknights.

"Oh, malt balls! Those taste excellent, I must say. There was a malt ball cake I've been meaning to try, but I'm not sure if anywhere near here sells them. I hope I don't have to go all the way back to Germany to get those...oh, but of course, I'm talking too much when I should be listening! What's your name, [sub]eye-person[/sub]?"

Whispering the final part of the sentence was done to see if the whiteknight (or would he like to be called gentleman?) was going to ignore the whisper, which was what she hoped for.

She took a Pocky stick out and ate it, waiting there for anyone's response, though eye-person's was the one Marci wanted to hear.

She also wanted to hear a cricket or two soon. Everyone was much too loud during the party.