“Rondy...rendezvous?”  The girl tried the word again, still tripping over the syllables a bit but coming much closer this time.  She looked disappointed when Cain hadn’t seen the flowers, but maybe he’d still been fuzzy because he just woke up.  “Analyze is like examine, right?”  Amuné took his hand and started along the side of the building, towards the section of wall she’d climbed over the other day.  She wrinkled her nose.  “You don’t /examine/ flowers.  You enjoy them.”

There was a garden farther along that looked like it served the kitchen, so they would have various fresh herbs.  The girl stopped before they got to it, instead opening a side door.  “Usually I prefer to use the kitchen entrance, but they’ll be very busy right now,” she told Cain, holding the door for him.  “They don’t mind me but I try to stay out of the way when they’re busy.”  Inside they could hear the sound of many people, talking and laughing.  “The dining hall’s just around the corner.”  Her pace slowed.  Amuné was not a fan of mealtimes.  There were too many people for her.  “Delshad said it’s turkey tonight.”  When they were a few yards from the large doors leading to the hall, her hands curled into fists, and her expression tightened.  “At least you’re here...Jillian’s still visiting family and I’m not allowed to sit with Sandy or Angie.”

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