"Oh, oui!" Leaving the cards on the floor, Cerise rose to her feet, smoothing down her robes before moving to the shelves that lined the walls. They were filled with an assortment of things; books, crystals, divination tools, maps, a crystal ball, candles. Searching just briefly, Cerise pulled out a leather-bound folder and opened it up, flipping through the pages. "Je donne toujours l'original à mon superviseur et garder une copie pour moi-même." She fingered a thin section of parchment, glancing up at him as she continued, "Voici les rapports pour la dernière ... deux mois? Ou voulez-vous plus?"