[The imagination supplies plenty, thanks. Bev's face looks appropriately disgusted as she considers the possibilities, hand hovering over the lump of the taffy in her pocket. Glad she didn't bite in, huh?
But that also means she now has something she could use, in case something happens. Something usually does.]
Okay. I won't eat the taffy. ...Thanks.
[Because really, he didn't have to warn her at all.]
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But that also means she now has something she could use, in case something happens. Something usually does.]
Okay. I won't eat the taffy. ...Thanks.
[Because really, he didn't have to warn her at all.]
You're not from around here, right?