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By the time Astredian got changed and made his way downstairs, the guild hall was starting to fill with hungry guildies waiting for lunch. He found Elise in the kitchen with Ichigo and Brida, the latter of whom was putting the finishing touches on a platter of sandwiches. “Since your Eresdays are no longer spoken for,” he heard Ichigo say as he pushed past the kitchen door, the catton’s warm bass grinding against that nerves that Moltar had already been twanging. “I thought maybe we could do something fun this weekend.” Elise had a cup of cocoa in her hands, and smiled up at the tall dark haired catton, with his annoyingly handsome, fine featured face. “Sure, what were you thinking?” Astredian felt his stomach begin twisting itself into knots; he’d been planning to ask her to do somethi