[The smile on Vanessa's face tells her that she chose well--which is a relief, even if it shouldn't have to be. Slowly but surely, she's learning that. She watches Vanessa leave and return, and her eyebrows shoot upwards as she spots the fresh pastries the woman is holding. Where did she get them? How were they ready so quickly?
Another unsettling thing about this place to add to the list.
She looks down at the treat; it looks too good to eat, too perfect. Nill feels... a little bad that she thinks such a thing, after Vanessa was nice enough to take her out for the day and now feed her. So at the question she nods emphatically, and delicately picks up the pastry to take a small bite. Her eyes light up, and she nods again--it's perfect, and delicious.]
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Another unsettling thing about this place to add to the list.
She looks down at the treat; it looks too good to eat, too perfect. Nill feels... a little bad that she thinks such a thing, after Vanessa was nice enough to take her out for the day and now feed her. So at the question she nods emphatically, and delicately picks up the pastry to take a small bite. Her eyes light up, and she nods again--it's perfect, and delicious.]