don't pull me, don't pull me down from the ceiling
As everyone returned with their clues, Bastien watched eagerly behind his fake mask of despair; if he tilted his head down and looked up through his hair he was sure that no one could tell he was secretly enjoying himself (perhaps except Rexanna, who from her angle would see a very dumb smile on her husbands face).
They all kept working and he was thrilled to see them all come together. It was not a long or particularly difficult puzzle he had put out, but it was still satisfying to see it come together. Speaking out to the group, he asked: "Please tell me someone has an idea of what might have happened to my dear Rexanna?"
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Melita looks through the rest of the pots. In descending size order, they seem to bear three numbers in succession, which have been PMed.
Aisha brings in her paper to show to Melita to share her numbers.
Oliver brings in the case and shows it to Melita.
Osozo shares their code.
No order! Y'all are getting close!
They all kept working and he was thrilled to see them all come together. It was not a long or particularly difficult puzzle he had put out, but it was still satisfying to see it come together. Speaking out to the group, he asked: "Please tell me someone has an idea of what might have happened to my dear Rexanna?"
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Melita looks through the rest of the pots. In descending size order, they seem to bear three numbers in succession, which have been PMed.
No order! Y'all are getting close!
BASTIEN
