“Team Marzipan it is!” Nora announces cheerfully, walking back over with her arms loaded with fruit. Pak has finally finished the one he’d been eating before and looped his arms around Nora’s neck like a fuzzy scarf, his face mostly hidden behind them. Despite the girl’s loud chirruping, Pak seems sound asleep.
“Come on, Ren, let’s get back to the fire and see how these taste roasted!” she exclaims, already trotting back the way they came. (Her trampled path through the underbrush is hard to miss.)
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“Team Marzipan it is!” Nora announces cheerfully, walking back over with her arms loaded with fruit. Pak has finally finished the one he’d been eating before and looped his arms around Nora’s neck like a fuzzy scarf, his face mostly hidden behind them. Despite the girl’s loud chirruping, Pak seems sound asleep.
“Come on, Ren, let’s get back to the fire and see how these taste roasted!” she exclaims, already trotting back the way they came. (Her trampled path through the underbrush is hard to miss.)