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She held it out to him with a small smile. "Try this."
Aspen opened the door, her brows furrowed.
(Yoop!)
"I don't know how I feel."
"Not a dinosaur"
She took his hand and led him over to the table, picking up a small, beige cake with a chocolate drizzle and small crystal looking things on the...
(The shop?)
She relaxed, drifting off.
"I.. I don't know."
He nodded, putting his fingers to his lips and giving a loud whistle before waiting patiently.
"They aren't!"
She sighed, leaving the room.
She set up in the corner of the room, painting the scene adoringly for awhile before crawling back beside him, letting the paint dry.
He blinked, obviously surprised. "Oh."
"I dunno.. They get pretty wild. Maybe I can give you a tour of the city?"
"I know that! The pastries aren't fish."
She stood, heading out silently. "Goodbye, Mr. Pemberly."
She sat up, rubbing his back before going to her back and quietly getting out painting things.
He stuck his tongue out at her.
"I mean, you should see some of the places here. Vending machines of sin on some street corners. There's turf wars on every other street!"
