[Saint-Germain enters the parlor and he'll find that there's a lovely little spread of tea and cakes on a table for the two of them to share. A fresh vase of roses sits on a table nearby and a sweet smell fills the air. Beauty's sitting in a chair facing the door, waiting eagerly before extending a hand.]
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WEEK 2, MONDAY
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