[ she looks up from her food, expectant eyes meeting hers. no? no what? what's there more to say? come on. tell me. her mouth is too full to demand her to tell her, and she's already on the next subject to cut off further questions when she manages to swallow. and enjoy the taste of real food. she only eats that kind of food around people that can provide for her. how is she not dead from soup noodles is a mystery to everyone. ]
Okay. [ she wipes her mouth on a napkin and tilts her head, frowning a little ] How long are you staying?
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Okay. [ she wipes her mouth on a napkin and tilts her head, frowning a little ] How long are you staying?