WiB: My lady President? Agent xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxx, reporting.
Romarin: Aha! Are you from the pie delivery service?
WiB: No, my lady. I’m from the Secret Order of Monster Hunters. You’ve met me before.
WiB: I was recommended by Acai . . . I have code-word clearance . . . you once gave me a Medal of Distinguished Classified Service . . .
Romarin: So what I’m getting from this is, you don’t have my pie.