[ The Haggard, in many ways, looks almost like an ordinary person, but the small differences are enough to be just on the edge unsettling. She isn't sure if the answer to Emet-Selch's question is one they can trust, but curiosity is enough to beckon her forward.
She nods in his direction before accepting the invitation and stepping inside, soaking in the warm glow and the smells that would otherwise indicate a welcome reception. ]
...This house doesn't have teeth, does it?
[ Not the sort of thing to ask after you've already entered, but it has legs of all things. ]
Whatever you're baking smells lovely.
[ Too lovely. The sort of delicious that makes her stomach growl despite herself. Himeka places her hands at her belly. ]
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She nods in his direction before accepting the invitation and stepping inside, soaking in the warm glow and the smells that would otherwise indicate a welcome reception. ]
...This house doesn't have teeth, does it?
[ Not the sort of thing to ask after you've already entered, but it has legs of all things. ]
Whatever you're baking smells lovely.
[ Too lovely. The sort of delicious that makes her stomach growl despite herself. Himeka places her hands at her belly. ]
...I remember this. Were you cooking last time?