Alisa blinked, turning her spy glass in Corey's direction. "Oh! 'ey Corey! Whatcha doin' here? T'ought you'd be tendin' to all yah Birthday presents!" Alisa smiled, resting one of her hands on the roof ledge, while her free hand twirled the spy glass with ease. "What's for lunch, by de way?"
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