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*Anthy is watering the roses. Humming. It's such a lovely day! The sun is shining, the flowers are growing . . .*

Hubert Cumberdale doesn't move.

Because he is a puppet.

It's a finger puppet . . .

*Anthy is sweating, even though she's dressed for summer.*

*Iris looks back at Anthy.*

Then why are you so scared?

Because Hubert can smell her brain.

Scared?

*She eyes Hubert in a distinctly fearful manner, and swallows.*

*Iris also eyes Hubert, then cautiously leans down to pick him and the fork up.*

Stitches stretch.

Hubert Cumberdale likes fingers.

*She pulls her hand back quickly.*

What the...

*Anthy takes the opportunity to flee. Once she's outside the door, she turns back, looking considerably less unnerved. Then blinks.* -- What?

*Iris studied the puppet, then standing straight up, turns and also leaves the building, shutting the bar behind her, sealing the puppet in.*

*Anthy looks relieved.*

. . . Thank you.

*She heads for the bar. She is not yet wondering where Chuchu's run off to.*

*Iris nods, watching the rose girl walk away.*

You're welcome.

*She frowns at the greenhouse one last time, before leaving herself.*

Does something frown back?