[Nice is sat in the kitchen, a piece of paper underneath a impatiently tapping pen. Give or take a month or so, she's worked out that she's been at the Manor for over a year. And lately, she's been feeling it. Sure, the field trips are great, and she's met some awesome people here. But that wasn't to say she didn't miss home. She (selfishly?) hoped
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When she turned the corner though, on her way to get a small snack before going back to her room and reading some more, she finally looked up, her eyes wondering around before spotting that someone else was already in here. With a shocked look on her face she closed the book and held it close to her chest.]
Oh! I'm sorry, did I disrupt you from anything?
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Nah, you're cool. Whatcha readin'?
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It's a book of fairytales. I've never read such tales like these before. It's rather fascinating to see.
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[Not that she did a whole lot of reading as a kid..]
What's your name anyway? Don't think I've seen ya round before
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