Arielle makes a fuss
“No, over here!”
(Fumble, fumble)
“…No, no…you ripped it!
…No-Noooooo….”
(small crash)
I suspect that the noises I am hearing are Arielle knocking things off her bedside table, but I am not certain.
Arielle is unintelligible
MRAWARHHARHAWSAWASAR!!!!!!
Mrawh.
Arielle gets lost
Where are you? Where is everyone? Where…are…you?
”
16 divided by 42 is….? Less than three, I think.
Arielle, master of mathematics
“Hello?
Heellloooo?
Hellooo-oh????
No not you—go away.”
This one really tricked me. I totally thought she was actually awake and calling to see if I was there. Not that she would have wanted to talk to me anyway.
Certainly. I’m sorry to be in your way.
I’ll just sit over here, staring at my…spooon—whoa, I’m dizzy.
