[Someone's going to beat you to the punch, Dagger. That being the person underneath the cloak. He's still about ten feet away - he's very good at projecting his voice - when he grins and grabs the edges of the cloak, yanking at it and undoing the whole careful set up that he had to rig so it didn't fall off him. But that's one of the things you learn in a theatre troupe. With an elaborate, dramatic swirl, the blanket-like cloak comes off and gets thrown to the side, and there indeed is Monkeyboy, grinning about as widely as she's ever seen and just looking so damn thrilled.]
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Bring my beloved Dagger back to me!