[Pressing her lips into a slow-forming smile as she watches him peer around the room, she rests an elbow on the knee of a cross leg, settling her chin down in her hand as keeps her eyes on him.]
I'm sure there's something. [Though she likes to hear from him, no reasons necessary, all the more nice to be remembered despite as such.] Is it the lack of pies that have you down?
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I'm sure there's something. [Though she likes to hear from him, no reasons necessary, all the more nice to be remembered despite as such.] Is it the lack of pies that have you down?