[Teach her your squirrely ways, Oz. Though she's less likely to run about, too busy being queenly or something. Or just quietly terrified.
She folds her hands in front of her, glancing over. Flowers? Works for her. So she takes a seat a bit primly, taking a deep breath.] This is my first time at a cafe.
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[Teach her your squirrely ways, Oz. Though she's less likely to run about, too busy being queenly or something. Or just quietly terrified.
She folds her hands in front of her, glancing over. Flowers? Works for her. So she takes a seat a bit primly, taking a deep breath.] This is my first time at a cafe.