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Roksana: Kyandi-sama trying to get back to updating every day.
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Roksana: This chapter was a little funny to me.
Kyandi: Only because you spent a good portion of it teasing Dino.
Roksana: I have to tease someone and Hayato, Hibari and Squalo aren't here.
Kyandi: And you wonder why Hibari does the things he does.
Roksana: It's a legit question.
Kyandi: Not really. Anyway, everyone, enjoy and review.
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Chapter 54 My Reasons
When Roksana next awoke, it was to a groggy state, her head pounding. She knew almost immediately that she had been given a heavy pain medication with a sedative effect instead of the weak one the doctor had told her he was giving her.
"And that's what I get for trusting doctors I don't know." Roksana grumbled, pushing herself up.
Rubbing at her face, Roksana looked around. Instead of her room at the Varia headquarters, Roksana found herself sitting in the middle of a plush, antique four-poster bed with a canopy of thick curtains. The room around her was done up in neutral tones of creams and earth tones where the room she had at the Varia headquarters had been all dark woods and colors.
"Where the hell am I now?" Roksana questioned,dropping her face into her hands.
There was a knock on the door then, Roksana raising her head. She called out for whoever it was to come in. The door opened, a maid slipping into the room with a stack of boxes in her arms.
"Hello, Miss Volkov." the woman greeted, giving her the best bow she could with the boxes in her hands. She approached the bed as Roksana returned her greeting. Stopping at the foot of the bed, she sat the boxes down on a bench seat at the foot of the bed. "These are from Master Timoteo. He said that when you are ready, he would love for you to join him downstairs."
That answered the question of where she was. Instead of lugging her unconscious body back to the Varia headquarters, Xanxus had probably decided to leave her in the hands of his father.
Which seemed about right for a lazy, spoiled rich boy like Xanxus.
"Okay, uh...what's your name?" Roksana asked.
"Suzie, Miss Volkov." the maid replied.
"Okay, Suzie, or one, if you just have to call me "Miss" then at least use Roksana and not Volkov. I don't stand much on formalities." Roksana told her.
"Of course, Miss Roksana." the woman replied.
"And secondly...how long was I out?"
"You slept straight through the morning and afternoon, Miss. It's evening already. You awoke just in time for dinner." Suzie told her. "Master Timoteo was hoping you would join him for dinner."
"Do I have time to shower?" Roksana asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Alright then." Roksana tossed back her blankets and swung her feet out of the bed. Pushing herself to her feet quickly, Suzie took a step forward, opening her mouth like she was about to say something. "What is it?"
"Uh...do you need help with your bandages, Miss?" Suzie asked.
"No, I'll be fine." Roksana replied.
"Alright. I'll be making the bed if you need anything."
Roksana gathered the boxes of clothes and vanished into the luxurious bathroom. Sitting the boxes on the wide counter, Roksana stripped out of the shirt she had been given to wear. She wasn't sure who it belonged to, but she was sure Suzie would be able to find out and return it for her. Making quick work of her bandages and using her Moon flames to restore the wound to a state of nonexistence, Roksana climbed in the shower.
She was quick and thorough, blowing drying her hair after getting out and wrapping herself with a towel. Checking the boxes, she found a completely new set of clothes, underwear included. Roksana pulled each piece out of the boxes, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the outfit.
"He has got to be kidding me."
She was going to have to have a word with Timoteo.
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"So she slept the whole day away?"
When Iemitsu had arrived at the Vongola estates that evening with Dino in tow, both anxious to see how Roksana was fairing, they had been invited to join Timoteo, his guardians, and, hopefully, Roksana, for dinner. Now, sitting on the long dinning table, waiting on the very girl they had come to check on, they had found out that Roksana had slept the day away.
Apparently, the medicine the doctor had given to her, had worked a little too well.
"Yes. According to the maid I assigned to her, she only woke up an hour ago. She'll be joining us for dinner." Timoteo replied.
"That's good. When I called the Varia headquarters, to see if they had made any head way on finding out if there were anymore enemies among their men, Squalo demanded I tell Roksana to "hurry up and get her ass back". Apparently, Xanxus hasn't been in a good mood all day. Nor has Squalo, according to Lussuria." Iemitsu replied.
"Who would have thought that Xanxus and Squalo would take a shining to a fourteen year old girl." Timoteo remarked.
"However she may act at times, and despite how she appears, Roksana has a sort of charm all of her own. She's loyal to a fault, supportive, and strong. My son is just one of many who has been drawn to her particular charm." Iemitsu remarked.
"You forgot stubborn."
Everyone turned to the door when Roksana's voice joined the conversation. The girl stood in the doorway of the dining hall. The girl looked adorable in a white sundress with a pink ribbon waist and frilly straps, white stockings, a pair of pink ballet flats, and her hair pulled up in its usual pigtails.
"You look so adorable, Roksana!" Dino told her.
Roksana looked down at herself, plucking at the dress to pull it out to the sides.
"Yeah, about that...no offense, Ninth, I'm really grateful and all, but...just how old do you think I am?" Roksana asked, looking up at the old man, one eyebrow raised.
"Is it no good?" Timoteo asked.
"I haven't worn something like this since I was five. And that was only because my mother made me." Roksana said before lifting one foot to look down at the ballet flat. "And am I to assume this is to try to dissuade me from throwing my shoes?"
"I suppose I'm out of touch with what teenagers like these days." Timoteo said, chuckling to himself.
"Perhaps, but you're a busy man, sir. I don't expect you to be up to date teenage fashion. Just for future reference, had it been anyone else but you trying to put me in pink...well, I wouldn't have been too happy." Roksana told him. "That aside, I am very grateful that you took the time to pick clothes out for me."
Even in completely putting down an outfit, she managed to sound respectful and polite.
Now if only she could teach that trick to Hibari.
"Please join us." Timoteo told her.
Roksana approached the empty between Dino and Ganauche. Both rose to pull her chair out for her, but Ganauche beat Dino to it, pulling the chair out for her. Roksana thanked him, taking a seat and letting him slide her chair in for her.
"I have to say, I wish the boys back home had these kinds of manners." Roksana remarked as Ganauche sat back down.
"Kyoya is just a little rough around the edges." Dino told her.
"That you automatically had to defend him despite me not naming names, says just how horrible Hibari's manners truly are, Dino." Roksana replied. "For crying out loud, he's a sleep terrorist."
"Sleep terrorist?" Nie repeated.
"Lately, especially if I'm injured, Hibari has had the bad habit of breaking in through my balcony door at night to hog my bed from me. If I get so much as a foot away from his side during the night, I end up more injured than I was to start with." Roksana replied. "Kind of hard to sleep with you're under that kind of bodily threat."
"You sleep like a log with Kyoya there, I've seen you, and he's just being protective because he l-"
"Finish that sentence, Dino, and I'll smack you with my shoe like I do to Hibari." Roksana told him, making Dino frown. "I don't know why you keep insisting on saying that."
"I don't know why you keep insisting on denying it." Dino replied.
"Because of many reasons. The foremost being that what girl in her right mind wants to date a boy who's more in love with his school than he could ever be with her?" Roksana retorted.
"Sure, he's troublesome, but you don't have to be so harsh with him." Dino insisted.
"Don't I? It seems you have forgotten...he handcuffed me to a bed...over a kimono!?" Roksana reminded him. "Not to mention that all it takes is one little comment from a select few for him to throw me over his shoulder like he's a caveman, and don't get me started on him and his biting habit."
Dino opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't think of anything that might redeem Hibari in the slightest. Roksana had some really good points. So, instead of trying to defend Hibari, Dino just asked the question that everyone had wondered about since Hibari and Roksana had first started their weird relationship.
"Then why do you spend most of your time with him?" Dino asked.
Roksana didn't even miss a beat.
"Don't get me started on things even I don't understand." Roksana replied instantly.
Chuckles sounded from those watching, the other men finding amusement in the little argument between Dino and Roksana. Their first course was served, a woman placing what Roksana was sure was Blini, a Russian hors d'oeuvre, in front of her. Roksana thanked the woman who bowed her head in reply.
"The two of you sound like siblings with the way you carry on." Visconti remarked.
"I feel more like his babysitter when he's around." Roksana replied.
"Hey!" Dino whined in reply, looking hurt.
"Don't feel bad, Dino. I feel like that with the majority of my group. Very few of them any real maturity outside of battle. Speaking of which," Roksana reached out, grabbing Dino's hand before he could start eating. Dino raised an eyebrow at her. "Where's Romario? If you're going to sit this close to me, then I would rather you have one of your men in here while you eat. Else wise, you make a mess. I really don't want to have to clean food off your face again."
Dino hung his head, pout on his face. To the other men, he looked like a dog that had just been denied its favorite treat or something.
"Now you're just trying to pick on me." Dino complained.
"Only a little bit." Roksana admitted, releasing his hand when Iemitsu had one of the maids bring one of Dino's men into the room. "Back home, I have Hayato, Hibari, and a few others to tease, at the Varia headquarters, I had Squalo to tease...I have to have someone here to tease and pick on, and, currently, you're the only on I know well enough to do that too. Not to mention, you keep making those asinine comments about Hibari and I, so...yeah, you're it."
Roksana turned to her food, while Dino continued to sulk. The next course placed before Roksana was a Stroganina, another Russian dish she recognized. Roksana happily dug into the familiar dish while the others talked amongst themselves. It wasn't until after the next course, an Olivier salad, was brought out, that someone turned to her again.
"Tell me, Roksana. How is Tsunayoshi doing?" Timoteo asked.
"Well, he's about as good as he can be after all we went through in our recent battle. He's tired, exhausted and glad to be home, just like the rest of us." Roksana replied.
"Ah, yes...the battle with Byakuran. I heard that it was difficult on all of you." Timoteo said.
"Yes, sir. Byakuran was, by far, our most difficult opponent yet. But, with the combined efforts of our group, Xanxus and the Varia, and Rokudo Mukuro and his group, we managed. Though, ultimately, Tsuna solved the issue and I was next to useless." Roksana replied.
"You weren't next to useless! You helped revive the Arcobaleno!" Dino told her.
"Perhaps, but I'm sure Yuni would have managed that on her own. In fact, that's the one thing I dislike about my Moon flames. No offensive capabilities what-so-ever. It was the main reason was I over joyed to find out that I had more than one flame and could use it almost as effortlessly as my Moon flames." Roksana replied.
"Does everything have to be about fighting for you?" Nie asked from across the table.
"Considering what my life was like before and what it has become now...yes." Roksana replied. "Now a days, if I'm not fighting assassins for my life, I'm fighting enemies of Tsuna and the Vongola for, not just my life, but the lives of all of those around me. In a case like that, my abilities to adapt, think on my feet and fight, are about the only redeeming traits about me. After all...isn't training the reason I'm still here in Italy?"
On that, she had a point. Roksana picked up her water glass, taking a drink before turning her attention to Timoteo at the head of the table.
"On that note, please, Ninth, don't think that I don't know that that whole thing was staged." Roksana added.
"To what are you implying?" Timoteo asked.
"I'm not implying anything, I know. A credit card like the one you gave me, with my name already etched into it, takes more than a spare of the moment to make. You and Reborn planned the whole thing, I'm sure of it. I'm just not entirely clear as to why, though I have my guesses." Roksana replied, sitting her glass down. Timoteo gave her a surprised look, all eyes turning to her in surprise, leading Roksana to believe that all of them, to some extent, were in on it. "And now, seeing the looks on all of your faces, I'm inclined to believe that all of you were in on it. If I wasn't amused and in a good mood right now, I would be angry. Though, I do feel like a little insulted that all of you think me so slow of mind that I couldn't piece that all together."
"It was more like we were hoping that you wouldn't." Iemitsu admitted, not even bothering to hide the fact that they, in fact, planned it all.
"You should know better than that, Iemitsu-sensei. I might only be fourteen, and I might be blonde, but I am not stupid. I wouldn't have survived this long if I couldn't piece together those kinds of puzzles." Roksana replied.
"We ere just anxious to meet the first Moon Guardian in nine generations." Ganauche told her.
"As flattering as that is, dear sir, I am the type of girl that flattery will get you nowhere." Roksana told him.
"Can't blame a man for trying." Ganauche replied.
"I could, but that would be a waste of civility." Roksana replied.
"You just say whatever comes to mind, don't you?" Croquant asked.
"Dear sir, what is the point of my lips if they don't make noise?" Roksana countered. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but for me, staying silent is the same as dying, so I won't do it. Not for anyone. I don't conform to any set religion, but I was raised Catholic and was taught that God gave man free will. That included a little girl like myself. After so many years living under the oppressive thumb of my father, I will exercise my free will as I see fit. To those who would try to oppress that, I have only two words, but they aren't something that should be said in civilized conversation."
Several looks, ranging from shocked to amused, turned on Roksana, who merely gave them all a wide grin in reply. It was then that the main course of their dinner was served. Looking down at the dish before her, Roksana chuckled to herself, finishing realizing the common theme between their courses.
They were all Russian dishes.
"Kotleti Pokievski. Are all of our dishes tonight going to be Russian?" Roksana asked, turning to look at Timoteo with a smile on her face.
"I thought you would appreciate the gesture." Timoteo told her.
"Believe me, I do. I just can't help but be amused that the main course is one of the few Russian main course that isn't some kind of fish." Roksana replied.
"Russians do use a lot of fish, don't they?" Nie asked.
"Well, our cuisine was laid by peasant food, and in the harsh climate of Russia, one of the few things that was plentiful and, therefore, cheap, was fish. Poultry is a close second, hence the chicken in Kotleti Pokievski." Roksana replied.
"Must make eating Japanese food get old for you. All that fish." Ganauche remarked.
"Not really. The Japanese use more than just fish, so even if I do get tired of it, I can always find something else to eat. Besides...reminds me of home. If you ever want to taste truly authentic Russian food, you should let me cook for you sometime." Roksana offered.
"You can cook?"
This came from several of the men around the table, including Dino. Roksana couldn't help but laugh at their response, even though part of her felt a little insulted.
"You know, Mammon asked the same thing. I might be a trust fund kid with servants to do all my cooking and cleaning for me, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to cook and clean myself. My grandmother came from poverty and my mother was from an average, middle class family. Both of them taught me everything they know. As girly as it might sound, I even know how to knit and sew. Can't promise much proficiency with the former, but I do know how to do it." Roksana told them.
"Good at fighting, cooking, cleaning, dancing, and you're clever to boot. Is there anything you can't do?" Ganauche asked, jokingly.
"Math...and paperwork. Oh! And snakes. I really hate snakes." Roksana replied.
Laughter sounded from the men around her, as if she was telling them a joke. Which she wasn't, in the least. Just thinking of the snake-shaped box weapon she had faced in the future, made her skin crawl, and she could trace her dislike of snakes back to Mukuro and all of his snake illusions when they had first fought him. So really, it was more of a hatred of Mukuro than snakes, but then again, Mukuro was a snake himself, so...
Yeah, she really hated snakes.
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The next morning, Timoteo and his guardians found Roksana out in the back courtyard with Basil, the two sparring. Watching as the two teenagers clashed, Roksana spinning her sansetsukon to sweep Basil's feet out from under him, Timoteo had to be a little concerned about Roksana's injury.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" Timoteo called out to Roksana as she parried Basil's next attack.
"No offense, Ninth, but resting is for the old and retired. I am neither." Roksana replied, never taking her eyes off Basil.
"And your injury?" Timoteo asked.
"What injury?" Roksana side stepped Basil's next lunge, grabbing his wrist and yanking to flip him off his feet. Turning towards Timoteo while Basil was down, she raised the hem of her shirt, showing the pink, new skin where her wound had been. "All gone. I told you that you'd be amazed at what Moon flames could fix."
Roksana dropped her shirt hem, ducking as Basil attacked once more. Coming up, she shoved a shoulder into his gut, heaving to flip him over her shoulder. Basil hit the ground with a grunt, Roksana instantly jumping in for the finishing blow. All the air rushed from Basil's lungs as Roksana's weight landed on him, the girl jerking him onto his stomach before promptly sitting on his back as she twisted one of his arms up behind his back.
"I give, Roksana-dono! I give!" Basil told her as he tapped out with the other hand.
"What have I told you about the use of honorifics, Basil?" Roksana demanded, twisting his arm just a little more.
"Eck! To not use them! I'm sorry!" Basil instantly replied.
"Then what's my name?" Roksana asked.
"Roksana! Just Roksana!"
"Good boy." Roksana told him, releasing his arm.
"Do you always strong arm your way to what you want?" Coyote asked.
"Not always, but if the chance presents itself, then I just might take it. I'm not usually so mean to Basil." Roksana said, climbing off Basil's back, grabbing his arm to help him to his feet. "It's just that, when it comes to me, I don't stand on formalities much."
"You just like picking on me." Basil replied, hanging his head.
"Only a little. You're so cute that I sometimes forget that we're the same age and I end up treating you like a child. My apologies." Roksana told him, dusting him off.
"That's how you treat children?" Nie demanded.
"No. In this case, it was more of me just wanting to pick on him a little since he keeps adding honorifics to my name." Roksana replied, turning her attention to Basil. "You alright?"
"Yes. Though, I could do without being treated like a child." Basil told her.
"Once again, sorry." Roksana told him. "Did you need something from me, Ninth?"
"Yes. If I can borrow you for a moment." Timoteo told her.
Roksana shared a look with Basil, the boy telling her that he would be waiting when she was done before walking away. Roksana walked over to a nearby bench, propping her sansetsukon against the bench while picking up a water bottle. Turning back towards Timoteo, Roksana took a drink.
"I'm all yours." she told him.
"Squalo tells me that it was you that retrieved the flash drive of sensitive information for the Vongola during a mission last week." Timoteo said, jumping right to business.
"I believe I did, yes." Roksana replied. "Did I get the wrong thing?"
"No. It was what we were looking for." Timoteo replied.
"Then, am I in trouble or something?" Roksana asked, looking a little weary.
"Of course not. Squalo said you handled the job with relative ease." Timoteo told her.
"You can put it that way, I suppose. I don't think that man knew I even took it from his pocket. He was a little more fixated on something else." Roksana replied.
Though more than one of them was curious as to what had distracted the man from a valuable piece of information, none of them asked. Knowing what they knew of Roksana, it couldn't be anything good.
"I'm glad to hear it was easy success." Timoteo told her. "With that in mind, I was hoping you could be of assistance with retrieving something else."
"If I can be of help, Ninth, then of course." Roksana agreed.
"Good. Tonight, after dinner, we will be meeting with Iemitsu. You'll be briefed then." Timoteo told her.
"Alright." Roksana agreed.
"Ninth!"
All of them looked up then, as Basil came running back towards them, phone in his hand. He came to a stop in front of them, apologizing for interrupting them.
"What is it?" Timoteo asked.
"Master is on the phone. He wants to speak to you." Basil told him, holding out the phone.
Timoteo took the phone from the boy. Roksana couldn't hear what Iemitsu was saying on the other end of the phone, but from the glance Timoteo threw her way, Roksana had a good idea on what it was. Timoteo heaved a sigh as he hung up the phone, handing it back to Basil.
"Ninth, what is it?" Coyote asked.
Timoteo turned, fixing his eyes on Roksana. All eyes turned towards her when they saw where he was looking.
"Let me guess," Roksana started. "Those assassins from the party are all dead?"
Timoteo's silence was answer enough for her, his guardians looking from Timoteo to Roksana with shock written on their faces.
"Yes. Iemitsu found them all dead this morning. Inside locked rooms, with security air tight. They caught nothing on security footage, and no one saw or heard a thing." Timoteo remarked.
"I figured. They failed and knew too much, so of course." Roksana replied, turning back to the bench to set down the water bottle and pick up her sansetsukon.
"Roksana, I need to ask you something." Timoteo said, Roksana heaving a sigh, her head hanging.
"I have a feeling I'm about to have to deny you an answer." Roksana replied.
"I am merely curious. In the year and a half you have been in Japan, you have not been attacked once, correct?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." Roksana replied, turning to look at him.
"Why have they not attacked you there, but did the moment you showed up in Italy? How did they even know you were going to be here?" Timoteo asked.
"Both are pretty simple answers." Roksana replied, perching herself on the arm of the bench. "Their boss has men all over the world, in just about every major political, law enforcement and underground organization there is. I wouldn't be surprised if he has a man or two even among the Vongola. His information network is vast. Since you already had it planned with Reborn for me to end up here, he probably already knew. A fact that my own information network missed, sadly."
"You're saying that this man, whoever he is, has a mole among the family?" Coyote asked.
"Yes." Roksana confirmed. "And probably very high up, too."
"How is that possible?" Ganauche asked.
"It's easier than you think. After all...I have a man in the Vongola, too. And the Cedef and Varia, as well." Roksana replied. All eyes turned to fix in on Roksana. "You don't have to look at me like that. My information network might not be as vast as yours or that of my enemy, but I do have a few trusted men just about everywhere. Information is the majority of the fight. I only placed those men there, because past experiences have proven that I can never be too careful."
"That was how you knew about the Cradle Affair." Timoteo remarked.
"Yes, sir. As for the reason why they won't attack me in Japan...that's because that's where my most trusted, and most dangerous, subordinates are based. Their boss knows how dangerous it is to tangle with them, and knows that the failure rate is one hundred percent, so he doesn't waste his resources. But here, I don't have them. As far as he is concerned, I'm alone and vulnerable." Roksana went on to explain.
"But you aren't. You have allies among us in the Vongola, Cedef, Varia, even the Cavallone family. Surely he must have considered we are well informed about him and his tactics and prepared to offer you support." Visconti remarked.
"No. He knows me well enough to know that I would never share the information with anyone outside of the few trusted men I have." Roksana replied.
"But why? To have more allies...you'd be safer and there would be a higher chance of bringing him down, once for all, don't you think?" Ganauche asked.
"No." Roksana replied flatly.
"Are you concerned that there's a chance your allies could be defeated?" Timoteo asked.
"No, it's not that." Roksana told him.
"Then why? How are we expected to leave it be when you don't explain?" Timoteo asked.
Roksana heaved a sigh. She really did hate the idea of explaining it, because someone, somehow, was going to be insulted, but she knew he had a point.
"Just try not to feel insulted." Roksana told him.
"We will try." Timoteo told her.
"Fine. He knows I won't tell anyone, but it's not because I'm fearful of Tsuna and the others, or anyone else being defeated It's...It's a matter of trust." Roksana told them.
"You...don't trust any of us?" Timoteo asked.
"And this is why I asked you to try not to feel insulted. I do apologize, Ninth, but I have learned, the hard way, to question everyone. There was a time when I even questioned Tsuna and the others. I have questioned Iemitsu-sensei and even Basil, too. No offense, Basil." Roksana told them.
"None taken." Basil told her.
"I really don't mean any offense, it's just...I have had far too many so-called "trusted" men, betray me at the drop of a hat and try to kill me. The only ones I trust anymore are my two bodyguards, Dimitri and Maeve, who had been with me basically since I was born, and the members of a team I and my mother hand picked ourselves. Regardless of what I think, and the facts presented to me, I have been burned too many times. I can't...I can't take the risk again. It's not just my life on the line here. If I fail, if I die...my baby brother and my father are next. I can't take the chance of someone else betraying me, or information slipping through a crack. Please...don't ask me to." Roksana explained. With that, she pushed herself up off the bench arm rest and grabbed her sansetsukon and water bottle. "If you'll excuse me. I'm going to shower and wash this sweat off."
Roksana turned then, and walked away, leaving them to watch as she collapsed her sansetsukon and tucked it away back onto the harness around around her thigh.
So now they understood.
Roksana had trusted and been betrayed so many times, she had a hard time trusting what she didn't really know. She would rather risk her life trusting what she knew, trusting herself, than to risk what could happen trusting someone else. Her heart wanted to trust, she wanted to know that those around her truly had her back, but she just couldn't bring herself to take that leap of faith. It was sad to see a girl as young as her who felt like the world would stab her in the back if she let it.
The even sadder thing was...it probably would.
They would have to dig up the information for themselves and fast.
Before she got herself killed anyway.
For now, they had a mission to focus on and a job for her to do.
END
Kyandi: If I'm being honest, I totally understand the whole want to, but can't bring yourself to trust what you don't know for sure.
Roksana: Past experiences make it difficult to do what you know has gotten you hurt before.
Kyandi: True, but learning to trust is the goal!
Roksana: Eventually...maybe...
Kyandi: You're so difficult.
Roksana: You made me this way.
Kyandi: That I did. Anyway, I have a bacon wrapped meatloaf to eat, so, everyone, enjoy and review.
Roksana: We'll try to be back tomorrow. If not, then we'll be back the day after for sure.
Kyandi: Bye-bye!