[Whatever inconsistencies in this reality are coming to light for him, she's woefully unaware of. This feels like a daily routine-sideburn things, cat ear things, make things sparkle, turn the camp into a treasure because that's what her afternoon whims dictate.
Thankfully, she runs out of things to hair and tires herself out pretty fast trying to find untouched items to mess around with. There's only so many pots on this earth and they're all in desperate need of a braid. Oh well. She turns back to Magnus and notes the odd expression on his face-is it lunch time? She didn't hear his stomach rumble, but maybe-]
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Thankfully, she runs out of things to hair and tires herself out pretty fast trying to find untouched items to mess around with. There's only so many pots on this earth and they're all in desperate need of a braid. Oh well. She turns back to Magnus and notes the odd expression on his face-is it lunch time? She didn't hear his stomach rumble, but maybe-]
Are you hungry?