[ Indeed, Zelda won't be deterred by the door not being answered after the first knock. She'll wait a few seconds, what she thinks is ample time for Mammon to answer the door, before knocking again—harder this time, in case he didn't hear. Not unlike a pushy salesperson who wants you to switch your home internet, Zelda will continue to rap on the door until she is acknowledged. ]
Good evening, Mammon. [ She says brightly. Then she gets a better look at him and her expression immediately darkens with worry. Wow, he looks terrible. ] I thought you might like a home cooked meal for dinner.
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Good evening, Mammon. [ She says brightly. Then she gets a better look at him and her expression immediately darkens with worry. Wow, he looks terrible. ] I thought you might like a home cooked meal for dinner.