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Svava heads from the staff quarters and to the Bar for breakfast. Apple, bread, butter, and honey. Simple, but familiar, and its gotten to be amost habit by now to pick it up before she heads outside.

With her breakfast this morning there's also a note. Svava picks it up, reads it, and sighs quietly.

"Oh Ace. Just be safe, alright? And tell them to fix their recieving." She tucks the note into the pocket of the green sweats she's wearing and heads out.

((Mun will be on later for RP. Promise.))