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[me_fuckyeah]

[today, in Camp, there is a strange scent wafting through the air...

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[futureseeing]

... Excuse me?

[me_fuckyeah]

Yeah, don't worry, I've got plenty more!

[futureseeing]

No, thank you. I don't need food-- and just what is that?

[me_fuckyeah]

It's from McDonalds!

[futureseeing]

And where is McDonalds?

[me_fuckyeah]

Definitely not here.

[futureseeing]

That's... helpful.

[acivilservant]

I think it's probably for the best if you take it like a compliment.

[futureseeing]

It's a very strange compliment.

[acivilservant]

Well... I think it's sort of like saying he thinks you're pretty.

[futureseeing]

I'm flattered, but he could have said that.

I'm not even certain what this food is...!

[acivilservant]

I'm not either, but it looks better than the stuff the mess hall was offering yesterday, so it can't be that bad.

--And hey, it can be hard to come out and tell a how pretty she is. Maybe he's just shy.

[futureseeing]

You seem to be making a lot of assumptions for him-- do you know him?

[acivilservant]

Haha, no, not at all. I guess I just didn't want you to feel offended, which is also a perfectly natural reaction to being told you might freeze to death. Sorry.

I'm Guy, by the way.

[futureseeing]

Lady Morgana, it's a pleasure to meet you Guy.

Well, I do appreciate the offer of food, but we're certainly not lacking food here.

[acivilservant]

Lady Morgana, huh? Well, now I feel really rude for not introducing myself first thing. It's an honor, your ladyship. I'd ask what brings you to somewhere like this, but it's probably the same thing that brings most people.