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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 390px; text-align: justify; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12px;]The sound of Fifteenpaw's familiar voice drew her over, and she was honestly rather eager to have a conversation with someone she actually knew. Well, she didn't know him that well, but he was known to her, and that was more than she could say for most. Though that was her own fault, really. Anyways. The Siamese trotted over, a sweet smile lighting up her eyes as she took a seat before the trainee. Ask him questions, hmm? Well, what exactly was she supposed to ask? Paris didn't know if there was anything specific that she wanted to know at the moment, so she sat there a while with a concentrated look on her face, trying to come up with something to say. She couldn't very well just sit there and look stupid, after all. "Bonjour! Ah... Do you have any siblings?" A lame question, perhaps, but she always wondered what it would be like to have brothers or sisters. She had literally lost her family as a child and didn't remember if she ever even had any.
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she didn't think she ever participated in a q&a before. her tail tip twitched as she came over, offering parispaw a smile before settling herself down. she rolled a couple questions around in her had before picking one out. "hey, fifteenpaw." she greeted first, offering him a smile next. "how about... what are your top two favorite colors?" although she hated that question, she turned it around on him. but, she added to it, for his benefit.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: auto;][hr][justify][font=arial][size=8]Ask questions? That was a tough one. "Umm... what's your favorite kind of dessert? Or snack?" Mary asked. She personally didn't like sweet food at all and couldn't really eat them in the first place, but she knew the answer to that question was different for mostly everyone else.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"What do you think of Blaine?" Tama would inquire, straight-up, no beating around the bush with this one. Fif was her apprentice, and Blaine was her adoptive son.. And they were meant to be. No, it was probably unhealthy to think like that, but she was well aware of the fact that Blaine happened to have a crush on Fif. She'd understand the situation, if Fif didn't want to return those feelings.. But, nonetheless, she truly hoped that things would work out between them. They were still only kids though, so it'd be better off if things between them didn't escalate too quickly.. In basic terms: she was curious. She was flat-out curious, and would seat herself beside Mary, as she waited for a response from her apprentice.
[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px]Margaery would have to stifle a giggle at Tama's inquiry, forcing herself to maintain a straight face as she took a seat. Fifteenpaw and Blaine did seem to have an interesting relationship and she was certainly curious to see where it was going to go. "What's your favorite food?" She finally inquired though, dismissing her thoughts to smile gentle at Fif.