“Rodya… when are you going to check these papers?”

“Shh! I’m about to score a big one!”

Feeling that you have been interrupted by something that’s contributing for the Rosepanner Workshop again, all you can do is grumble, and impatiently tap your foot.

You know she has a knack for slot machines. She’s actually a regular at that stuff. And yet you can’t help but feel like she’ll do something reckless that’ll risk her and everyone else.

“Come on, come on…” is all Rodion could say, putting all of her gaze on the slot machine, as if she were a child waiting impatiently for a big prize.