[She'll roll her eye, suppressing a laugh. What is with adults and wine? It makes her mind drift again. There's a dulled sadness, but also a fondness.]
This place reminds me a lot of Lumiere. Although, we never had any snow there.
[Her fingers trace the edge of the cup, hanging onto the part that's chipped.]
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This place reminds me a lot of Lumiere. Although, we never had any snow there.
[Her fingers trace the edge of the cup, hanging onto the part that's chipped.]