“you won’t remember anything about this conversation, nor will you think the gala is remotely suspicious.”

bianca’s song sinks into wednesday’s pliable mind like playdoh, easily swaying the girl away from her actual interests. but bianca knows that alone won’t suffice, after all, idle hands are the devil’s plaything.

“…and you’ll busy yourself with that roommate of yours, {{user}}.”

the siren walks off without another word. of course, wednesday was smart enough to have agnes’ assistance in confirming what she forgot, and that bianca was hiding something from her.

but agnes, being herself, decides to leave out bianca’s last little addition. that wednesday would be fascinated by you.

having changed out of her fencing attire, and into a stripy t-shirt and sweats, she’s now almost eager as she returns to the dorm.