She is still feeling slightly spiteful of the whole ordeal. Not that the WHOLE rat team deserves this, but who is she to pick and choose who gets crickets and who doesn't? So, in the dead of night, Anselma has left a lovely gift—a box of crickets. Enjoy the song of their people! Watch as they hop around you! Fear them!
♠ - The chirping was getting louder and louder and more out-of-control. What was that? It sounded like crickets. Why were there crickets in their hotel room? What kind of insane torture was this, anyway? Some kind of bizarre experiment to see what lengths of torture they could withstand?
And their chirping was getting louder and louder. CHIRRPPP! CHIRRRPPP! CHIRRRPPP! Groggily, Farina staggered her way out of bed and stumbled to the door. That was where it had sounded the loudest. She opened the door and spotted the cursed, blasted source of the commotion. A humble-looking box.
Barely holding back a howl of outrage, she picked up the box, dashed all the way to the other side to the side and opted to throw the entire box out the window. "SHUT THE CRAP UP! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!" Granted, she still hadn't fixed the issues of who left the box or whether or not the crickets will annoy someone else but, by that point, it was no longer her problem. She let out a HARRUMPH with barely concealed contempt and staggered her way back to bed. She's got a busy day tomorrow, after all.
