[ Ramir glances over from atop her blanket throne, set near the spiky plants. One of them has indeed been knocked over into the others, and thick, red sap oozes out of the cracks in its leaves. Ramir, for her part, looks completely innocent. ]
Yeah, who knows how that happened. [ She dissipates the holographic thought-keyboard she usually calls up with the magitek with a wave of her hand. ] Anyway, uh... armadillo blanket, right?
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Yeah, who knows how that happened. [ She dissipates the holographic thought-keyboard she usually calls up with the magitek with a wave of her hand. ] Anyway, uh... armadillo blanket, right?