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May 14th, 2024, 01:35:32 AM
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Caught mid-chew on a particularly juicy piece of nuna, Cerie froze like a flutter-deer in speederlights.
"Hrhrmmmm... "
She finally started to chew again, and after another few moments she swallowed.
"Well... "
She licked any residual sauce from her lips that might've lingered.
"... Well you know," she restarted, her eyes moving from Shuvin to Ben who - all things considered - looked like he was enjoying his food as though it was snow-straw meant for Taun-Tauns.
"... well, we might be able to find class 3 stuff that you can wear under your clothes."
Her fork made a circuit around the rim of her dish, gathering up another bite.
"I mean, it would be like wearing those old blaster-proof numbers that the police on Ord Ren-0 wore, I guess."
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