[exhaling out a big hard breath, she drops her arm dead weight at her side, the smoke hissing and evaporating into their air. the bluenette doesn't make eye contact with him, but she marches forward to purposely bump shoulders with him as she strolls ahead.]
... I still hate Fortune cookies.
[she mutters loud enough for him to possibly hear, then begins to do some exanimation of whatever world/dimension they're stranded on. like first things first, crouching down to the earth to feel the grass to ensure it's not fabricated.]
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... I still hate Fortune cookies.
[she mutters loud enough for him to possibly hear, then begins to do some exanimation of whatever world/dimension they're stranded on. like first things first, crouching down to the earth to feel the grass to ensure it's not fabricated.]