She startles, whipping around. Rosamund blinks dumbly at the man, shocked to have been snuck up on and needing extra time to let her brain chug up to speed.]
Hungry?
[It's food? She flips it over again. Ingredients: Milk Chocolate—]
Oh! [She pinches it at both ends and pulls. Nothing. She scrapes along the seam and gets no further. At last she pierces it on the briars, jamming the whole thing into her middle and ripping the perforated cover off.] Aha! It is! I haven't had chocolate in so long, and never so...so...
[Turd-shaped. Rosamund splits the thing in half, just be sure.]
Peanuts, thank god.
[She opens her mouth and brings it oh-so-close. Yet at the last second she holds off.]
Wait. Who are you? [Almost forgot basic survival instincts for a second. She backs up from the curiously dressed man, clutching the chocolate log to her chest.] What is this place? Did you bring me here? Is this poison chocolate?
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She startles, whipping around. Rosamund blinks dumbly at the man, shocked to have been snuck up on and needing extra time to let her brain chug up to speed.]
Hungry?
[It's food? She flips it over again. Ingredients: Milk Chocolate—]
Oh! [She pinches it at both ends and pulls. Nothing. She scrapes along the seam and gets no further. At last she pierces it on the briars, jamming the whole thing into her middle and ripping the perforated cover off.] Aha! It is! I haven't had chocolate in so long, and never so...so...
[Turd-shaped. Rosamund splits the thing in half, just be sure.]
Peanuts, thank god.
[She opens her mouth and brings it oh-so-close. Yet at the last second she holds off.]
Wait. Who are you? [Almost forgot basic survival instincts for a second. She backs up from the curiously dressed man, clutching the chocolate log to her chest.] What is this place? Did you bring me here? Is this poison chocolate?