(what Emmi and Morgan said, and also I posted to late
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Ringo and Paul were already across the street and a few feet from the hotel by the time Emmi and Morgan had thought of Paul's face at the request.
"Well it's pretty obvious that he has a thing for you," Morgan pointed out. "He's kissed your hand right?"
"Ehhh, yeah!" Emmi exclaimed.
"Well, you should probably bring the topic up when you two are romantically alone."
"
What?" Emmi squeaked.
"I mean! I mean! For God's sake, Emmi, not like that! I mean like sitting around the balcony to chat or something!" Morgan laughed.
"Oh...For a second I thought you were sick in the head." Emmi calmed herself.
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Paul hugged her back tightly and patted her back.
They had gotten to the suite and the whole group crowded in.
"Georrrrge!" Julian sang.
"Heh heh, what?" George smirked as he swung Julian up into the air.
"My food has something weird in it!"
George's expression changed.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked firmly as he placed Julian on the coffee table.
"The juices around the steak is purple looking!" Julian pointed.
"Wait, what'd he say?!" Paul glanced around Emmi's head.
In fact, the steak had a mysterious violet substance around it.
"Julian, sweetie, please tell me you didn't eat it." Morgan urged.
"Well..."Julian looked away.
"Give me that plate, Julian." Emmi motioned.
Julian lifted the plate from the coffee table and placed it in Emmi's hands.
She sniffed it cautiously, detecting any sign of poison.
"...Paul! We need to get to the hospital!"