[wanda turns her head in time to see who it is—that voice sounds familiar—and her expression softens. aerith, right? she’s very sweet and spunky, having a happy-go-lucky attitude about things, like nothing can bring her down.]
I wouldn’t mind it.
[setting the basket with mushrooms down on the table, she motions for aerith to set the stray ones down on the basket.]
—Aerith, right? Looks like you had a trip through the trees.
[there’s an amused tone to it, motioning to the leaves and twigs stuck to her hair.]
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I wouldn’t mind it.
[setting the basket with mushrooms down on the table, she motions for aerith to set the stray ones down on the basket.]
—Aerith, right? Looks like you had a trip through the trees.
[there’s an amused tone to it, motioning to the leaves and twigs stuck to her hair.]