[If only Colette could read minds; she'd give Hershel one hell of a pouty face for thinking of sneaking food on her behalf.]
Oh, don't worry! That just means I need to catch up with you guys, right? [Until then, she'll keep her hunger pains in check... somehow! No use fussing about it until the bridge needs to be crossed.
And even for Colette, the lounge isn't exactly impressive. But oh, that couch. Something soft to sit on? Her legs still feel like jello, even as she refrains from moving toward it. The tour isn't over.]
Mm, I'm glad they gave us something. [She tilts her head back, until her gaze drags up the walls and to the ceiling, taking everything in - not that there's much to see - before glancing back to Hershel. Asking a little shyly, as she doesn't want to seem ungrateful:] Um, does this mean we take turns sleeping on the floor?
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Oh, don't worry! That just means I need to catch up with you guys, right? [Until then, she'll keep her hunger pains in check... somehow! No use fussing about it until the bridge needs to be crossed.
And even for Colette, the lounge isn't exactly impressive. But oh, that couch. Something soft to sit on? Her legs still feel like jello, even as she refrains from moving toward it. The tour isn't over.]
Mm, I'm glad they gave us something. [She tilts her head back, until her gaze drags up the walls and to the ceiling, taking everything in - not that there's much to see - before glancing back to Hershel. Asking a little shyly, as she doesn't want to seem ungrateful:] Um, does this mean we take turns sleeping on the floor?