Training

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/0R1LetM.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Anastasia couldn't call it an accident. Accidents were things that couldn't be avoided. She could have avoided this if she had tried. She had let herself get caught up, let herself get distracted, and now someone was hurt because of it.

Again.

Even if the girl was acting like everything was fine, Anastasia was still torn up about it. She forced herself into a bow, low and deep. "I apologize. I should have - I really should have been more careful, out of practice or not." She couldn't even blame it really on her being out of practice. That might be a part of it, but it was only a part of it. "Perhaps I can buy your lunch or something to make up for it." Some token gesture to show she was truly sorry.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/0R1LetM.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">She let herself relax, forcing in a few deep breaths. Counted, timed. Five seconds in, five seconds out. It was how she regained her cool, although she still wasn't quite back to her usual blank expression.

"I can eat wherever you'd like." She admitted, although she was not entirely clear on what a 'maid cafe' was. From the sounds of it... probably a cafe with maids in it. It didn't sound very professional, but it that was where Olivia was wanting to go... well, she'd go anywhere to make it up to her.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/5uZki9l.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Anastasia was fine with almost anything, even if she didn't show it. Especially if she didn't show it. Smiles were rare with her, and even if she was totally fine with things, she often looked terribly grim.

"A maid cafe sounds fine." She said. "I've never been." It seemed decided to her, so she carefully started stripping off the safety tear, tucking it back into place. It hadn't seen much true use, and a quick wipe down was all it needed before being tucked away.

Maybe she didn't even need to wipe it. Maybe it was cleaned magically, for all she knew.

"Shall we go now then?" They had time, and assuming Olivia didn't object, she was going to head with her to the cafe. It wasn't like she knew where it was.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" - fin?</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​