[ Elizabeth follows Logan's gaze up to the ceiling, pushing her chair back and jumping out of the way of the dripping oil as she sees it overhead. She wipes at her arm with the serviette next to her plate, but the oil has already stained her dress. Nevertheless, she looks more intrigued by the sudden appearance of the answer to the riddle than alarmed. ]
Oh, come on. Just because that one was a dud, doesn't mean they all are.
[ Maybe one of the answers is a basket of kittens, or a direct train to Paris. ]
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Oh, come on. Just because that one was a dud, doesn't mean they all are.
[ Maybe one of the answers is a basket of kittens, or a direct train to Paris. ]