"Just help me keep Roslyn from getting that sharklike little look on her face," Zelda said, wrinkling her nose at the thought of it. "I'm not really sure what her game is, tomorrow — so. We just need to get Alfred through it." Ros could be terrifying when she wanted to be, and Zelda had no doubt that a game was afoot, even though of course she would not know what it possibly was until tomorrow.

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