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Dear Stitch, Sallie begins to write.
But wait. He sounds as though he's barely started with speaking English, let alone reading it.
"You know what, Bar? Can you just give this to him?" she asks, placing the blueberry pie on the table and letting it disappear. "He'll either know who it's from or won't care anyway. Xiexie."
As much as she hates to admit it, Sallie is bolstered today by the miniscule amount she'd actually thought to charge the little creature. Business is...not progressing as much as should.
[ooc: now edited to not have Sallie leave! Tag away!]
But wait. He sounds as though he's barely started with speaking English, let alone reading it.
"You know what, Bar? Can you just give this to him?" she asks, placing the blueberry pie on the table and letting it disappear. "He'll either know who it's from or won't care anyway. Xiexie."
As much as she hates to admit it, Sallie is bolstered today by the miniscule amount she'd actually thought to charge the little creature. Business is...not progressing as much as should.
[ooc: now edited to not have Sallie leave! Tag away!]