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In the same way that Vriska ignores Mindfang's arrival, Mindfang does nothing to acknowledge her descendant sat there in the middle of the room, at first. She simply closes the door behind her, removes her hat and jacket, and then carries a bottle of something along with her as she takes a seat in one of the armchairs.
“Are you going to sit there all day?” Mindfang inquires, twisting the lid off the top of the glass bottle.
“Whatever,” Vriska grumbles, and is vaguely aware that she may well be pushing her luck. But she thinks that after a few sweeps at Mindfang's side, she knows which lines she can cross without fear of repercussion. Mindfang laughs softly under her breath as she pours herself a drink, and had Vriska been in a better mood, she'd tell her to shut up.
(Three short stories about the Scourge.)