[Her hand flinches back as Diarmuid's sharp words pierced through her perception. She blinks and looks back at him with an uncertain furrow knitting between her eyebrows.]
I-
[MOMO isn't sure what she's doing.]
There was a riddle, on the table. Maybe it's a clue? [She takes a step away from the table and the cakes and her stomach rumbles loudly. Diarmuid is right, she shouldn't eat the food but it's growing harder and harder for her to resist.]
I'm sorry.
[And she really means it. MOMO has no idea what's come over her.]
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I-
[MOMO isn't sure what she's doing.]
There was a riddle, on the table. Maybe it's a clue? [She takes a step away from the table and the cakes and her stomach rumbles loudly. Diarmuid is right, she shouldn't eat the food but it's growing harder and harder for her to resist.]
I'm sorry.
[And she really means it. MOMO has no idea what's come over her.]