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For the longest moment, Tig didn't say anything, only stared unblinking into her daughter's eyes. She willed the girl to burst into tears, her hand almost itching to strike the girl if she did. Without lowering her gaze, Tig slowly slid her wand back into the pocket of her dress, with her free hand she took the girl's face firmly in her hand and brushed a droplet of tea off her chin. Are you suggesting your father and I would buy you cheap gifts? she asked, her voice hinting at a threat. Truthfully, she didn't know if either of them had had anything to do with the tea set, it might've been a gift from some other member of the family for all she knew or cared. Meanwhile, she was almost slightly impressed that the girl had the nerve to speak as she had rather than bawling, but that just meant a little more effort was needed to push her over the edge.

Her hand still grapsed Imperatrix's chin, depsite the fact that Tig found the idea of being in physical contact with her that long rather repulsive and probably unsanitary.

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