I - God, you're right. It's like it's part of this now.
[She stares down at the apple - fragmented, beginning to brown - and despite what she told the sheep, she still can't see it as something to eat, not now. It is still something to throw.
She takes Jeanne's hand with her own, balancing the plate on the other. It'll be like the world's most miserable folk dance, walking over to the fence like this.]
These aren't as air - aren't as aero - they won't fly as well as a ring or a dagger, but we shouldn't have any trouble tossing them out and over. Even if the monster tries to starve us again, I don't even know if I like apples anymore myself.
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[She stares down at the apple - fragmented, beginning to brown - and despite what she told the sheep, she still can't see it as something to eat, not now. It is still something to throw.
She takes Jeanne's hand with her own, balancing the plate on the other. It'll be like the world's most miserable folk dance, walking over to the fence like this.]
These aren't as air - aren't as aero - they won't fly as well as a ring or a dagger, but we shouldn't have any trouble tossing them out and over. Even if the monster tries to starve us again, I don't even know if I like apples anymore myself.