Again, Anneliese feigned a small smile, totally disregarding her inner emotions. Because if she didn't do that, she would... die. Of anxiety and a heatstroke, right on the spot. So instead, she simply sat up straight in her chair and patted down her hair a few times before thinking to respond.
Arithmancy? Please.
"And you're asking me to help you because..." Anneliese started, her eyebrows going high as her sentence trailed off. Aright, she knew that would be an easy answer for him, but maybe it would lead to--- something where... she didn't exactly know. But she was going with it. Then, Anneliese dipped her chin down, speaking in a lower tone. "Maybe you're getting the wrong types of flowers and the bad tasting chocolate."
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