Isabelle stood mutely for the next couple of minutes.

She pondered on the perplexity of her situation.

“Oh may I go next?” almost as if by magic, Edward produced an Item Card of his own from his front pocket

“Wait! I thought you had lost your card in the forest—”

“Let’s just say sleight of hand isn’t just good for placing things in guns” he smiled.

On this note Isabelle’s face lit up with the induction of an idea. She carefully approached Edward in the most kittenish way possible. She talked in a soft and requesting tone

“Um…” she let out in the most kiddish voice “If you would be so kind…”

She buckled her chest to enhance her femininity

“To use your Item Card... to ask for a car...so that we can transport the diamond? You know I was joking when I said we weren’t partners anymore right?”

Her face laid inches away from Edward’s, provocatively plush with the redness of her cheeks.

“I promise to give you half of the money we make when we sell the diamonds in town…”

Edward kept his equanimity almost impeccably and replied in a coy manner as he drew his lips closer to Isabelle’s, “Even if I were to ask for a car” he gave her a superficial smile “From where would the fuel come from?”

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Isabelle recoiled on this note.

“But then…”

Edward locked his glare to rising sun. He appeared to be contemplating something circumspectly for the future.

“What do I ask for?...”

Edward realigned his focus on Isabelle. “My lady” he repeated in a most handsome fashion “I’m afraid that it is completely up to you… however…”

And this marked a seriousness in his tone “Whatever you do ask for, will not last for very long...”

With this he smiled a grimacing smirk that would have even frightened the most sinister devils of Dante’s Inferno.

“What do you mean by that—” she immediately turned to the bellhop and asked in a stern voice “There’s no time limit to how long we can keep our objects is there?”

The bellhop shook her head in concurrence. “None whatsoever. You may keep your object as long as you wish.” she browsed Edwards complacent face, and wondered what he had meant by his mistaken phrase.

“If you wish” the bellhop reignited Isabelle’s attention

“You may put your request on hold. Once you’ve thought about what it is that you want, you may come back to us anytime whatsoever. We will then administer your exchange as long as you recite to us the four-digit code”

Isabelle found this as a great opportunity to ruminate what she desired.

She sighed in relief, and stepped away from the anxiety.

In the meantime, Edward truanted obliviously to the shop.

He slapped his Item card on the Oak desk with great exuberance he had only ever shown when he was at the peak of some devious scheme.

Soundless, the lady at the counter took his card and slipped it into the machine just like before.

“Now sir, you’re identification co—”

“‘6-9-0-5’” Edward quickly replied

The hostess quietly entered the numbers and continued “Now sir, would you also like some time to think over your decision too—”

“No. That won't be necessary…” He stared right into the bellhop’s eyes. “I’ve already decided what I want.”

He broke into a snicker.

“I want…” He held out one finger to signify its uniqueness

“A hydrogen bomb.”