[... SHE'S JUST GONNA ASSUME THAT IT WAS AN EXAMPLE OF EXTREMELY DRY HUMOR. In which case, bravo Scar, you do have a sense of it! She'd been sort of wondering if there was one buried deep down or not.]
Cats don't care about sparkles.
I'm more like a magpie.
[AND, APPROPRIATELY, she lets out a crow of triumph as her fingers finally close around what they'd been hunting for. She withdraws her hand and peers at it. It's a chunk of Eviolite, and it glimmers in the dim light.]
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Cats don't care about sparkles.
I'm more like a magpie.
[AND, APPROPRIATELY, she lets out a crow of triumph as her fingers finally close around what they'd been hunting for. She withdraws her hand and peers at it. It's a chunk of Eviolite, and it glimmers in the dim light.]
Whoa. Cool.