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[ — blinks ] Maccas? [ — laughs a little, grinning ] Yeah, me too. There’s nothing like it. Is there a reason why you never got to eat much home-made food? [ — she asks before she could stop herself, nodding ] Alright. I don’t think they’d mind? [ — nods again, confirming their decision ] I think they’re a bit scary too. Some of them can be quite rude or well, standoffish? I suppose serving someone for that long can do that to you, huh. [ — turns in the direction of the grand hall, finding it eerie how their steps was the only thing heard ]
Yeah, Maccas. Y'know, McDonalds? It's slang, used in Australia and shit... and yeah, there is a reason, actually. Not much of a family person, come to think of it. { -- blinks slowly, another sigh following as she looks elsewhere, head shaking as if she were dismissing the thought, before she's laughing at the comment about the elves; } Well, that's mostly because they don't like for anyone to be in their way, I guess. All you have to do is just leave them to it, maybe--and yeah, they can warm up if you treat them okay. Well, they won't be completely nice, but they'd be justified. { -- nods, hands tucking into her pockets as she walks alongside the other, not so far from the portrait with the fruit bowl depicted on it. }












