Flandre's Chamber - Scarlet Devil Mansion
Patchouli wondered if Remilia would consider her own sister to be 'adorable'. Flandre certainly looked like the type of child to enjoy being embraced, petted, or praised, but Patchouli was not going to do the first two. She knew of the girl's strength and would like to keep her spine intact, thank you very much. It pained the mage that she had not prepared much for this event. All she had to rely on where the spells she committed to memory, and even then, they could not protect her very well if push came to shove. Hopefully, Flandre would not have an outburst, and Patchouli would not entice one.
She obliged the little vampire by sitting down next to her on the purple bean bag chair. Her red book rustled in her hands, demanding to be read. Patchouli opened the cover and ran her hand across the smooth pages, entranced by what she was about to read.
"This book... 'Tis called the Adventures of Rick Mundy, Archeologist," Patchouli explained. She held the book up to show Flandre a picture of the
archeologist on the cover page. "He's a fictional character, but his adventures... They are legendary."
Patchouli smiled as she thought of what she was getting into. She turned the page of the book and opened her mouth to begin retelling a tale.