Sam says the magic word and Ainsley practically lights up as if they're installed a neon lightbulb. She's happy to do anything provided there's some room service at the end of things -- especially if it means cupcakes or muffins or something all-together sweet as a result of things. She's happy to take the lead, tapping her key card against her palm as she walks, trying to get accustomed to the lush and lavish walls. "I half feel as if this is a campaign stop," she says, staring at the number on her card (1760) and trying to match a door to it.
"These numbers don't seem to make any sense," she says, when the doors don't progress in any logical or sensible way.
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Date: 2014-09-05 01:32 am (UTC)"These numbers don't seem to make any sense," she says, when the doors don't progress in any logical or sensible way.