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soft chuckle, slow nodding … he means well, he promises. stepping back to scope his current appearance, satisfied. “okay now!”

mouth opens in awe, eyes twinkling in curiousity as he peeks inside of the satchel. is he allowed to take a look? he'd love to see what she's collected.

... he never knew grapes had seeds in them. face crumpled in disgust, tongue stuck out to disregard the seed. ( what an * awful texture … ! )

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blinking … followed by a slow nod: “yes … !” he ignores the burning hunger for something else⎯ thinks of greens instead.

timid fingers & eyes lightly pull the bag more open, showcasing the hidden treasure. she made it? that's even more impressive than what it holds inside! how so⎯ he would love to know the process … it seems she's quite crafty!

“gra … nola … ” the word does not feel right on his tongue, the syllables foreign and the sound unsettling. “what's it?”