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A gentle breeze wafts through Rose's window, bearing the scent of cupcakes and sulfur. A glance outside confirms the presence of a tiny bomb, bumbling and bouncing in mid-air.

In place of a greeting, she burps, a small sound like a bottle of beer gone slightly flat. Perhaps she means to thank you for the favourite?

Rose cheers at the bomb, happy to see it. She gives it a quick nod and a hearty grin. ((You're welcome <3))