[It's kind of candy is all she hears before rubbing the grimy seed between her palms, to get the wet yuck off, before popping it right into her mouth. Whatever explanations that follow? She barely hears. Even the potential theft discussion. It's all the crunch, crunch, crunch of this gross seed in her mouth and, unwilling to simply spit it out, she just. Keeps crunching.
Crunching away, even as the bitter taste fills her whole mouth.
Whatever yall, keep talking about this stuff. She'd be happier if they left it here forever. This is Bad. And she hates it. And that's all over her face. Horrible, terrible, bad.]
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Crunching away, even as the bitter taste fills her whole mouth.
Whatever yall, keep talking about this stuff. She'd be happier if they left it here forever. This is Bad. And she hates it. And that's all over her face. Horrible, terrible, bad.]