There's a brief moment where her eyes harden at the giggle, but she suppresses it, glancing back with a self-deprecating smile like it's all a joke.
"Most of them are. It's a fruit too," she says automatically, half her attention on the figure in the distance. "I think we should get closer. There's two of us, right?" If worst should come to worst.
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"Most of them are. It's a fruit too," she says automatically, half her attention on the figure in the distance. "I think we should get closer. There's two of us, right?" If worst should come to worst.