sugarbowl generation dynamics - Beatrice Baudelaire & Frank Denouement, the dramatic actress and the unmoved hotel manager
âConsider it handled,â Beatrice assured Frank. âBy the way, can I get some harpoon guns once I get back?â
Frank narrowed his eyes. âWhat for?â
Beatrice smirked, mischievous. âDecorations! I hope you hadnât forgotten your end of the deal. Donât worry, you can trust me. You trust me, donât you?â
The truth was, he did. Mostly. Beatriceâs chaotic and overly creative at times, but she knew where the line was, the unspoken limit not to cross over. And theyâd been friends long enough, and he knew she had good judgement, despite her adventurous tendencies. He didnât want to directly say âyesâ though, that sounded too sentimental. But he did want to convey to her he trusted her. So he said, with a cool, authoritative voice, âIâm grateful for your assistance, concierge. Not many people have the courage to help with a scheme like this.â
She smiled, and he knew she got what he wanted to say. Â (x)











