“Really?” said Butler, unconvinced.
“Really. Juliet just does not seem to be herself. She can’t put two moves together. It’s pathetic, really. Everyone is betting against her.”
“I see,” said Butler, straightening as much as he could in the cramped surroundings.
Mulch held the door. “It’s going to make things really interesting when you show up to help.”
Butler grinned. “I’m not coming to help. I just want to be there when she stops faking.”
“Ah,” said Mulch, comprehension dawning on his face. “So I should switch my bet to Juliet?”
“You certainly should,” said Butler, and lumbered down the corridor, stepping around a pool of turnip soup.
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