"You two," you say pointing at Molly and Emma. They immediately come to a halt, wide eyed. Emma especially is keeping her "inner bitch" on a leash. You guess that having a giant face shouting at you, letting you know he's tired of your shit, is enough to force you to behave yourself.
"We need to go have a private conversation." You put your hands down near the dollhouse, palms up. You're hoping that since you're asking for both Emma and Molly to come talk, that no one will feel too nervous. That's why you're not grabbing either.
Emma looks like she wants to refuse anyway, but Molly leans over and whispers something to her. Emma nods and they both ginergerly climb on to your palm. You carefully cup your hands and carry the two tiny young women to
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