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[demisemidemon]

Clare's hungry, a little. (She's been hungry more than usual these days. It probably doesn't mean anything.)

She stopped by Bar and got... something. It's small and white and round, and seems to be made of some kind of bread. With a filling, she thinks.

So now she's outside by the lake, looking at it with mild curiosity.

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[cutting_edgex23]

X, on her way back from the firing range, pauses as the wind carries Clare's scent to her.

She approaches, careful to make a little bit of noise as she makes her way over the snow-speckled grass.

"You are not hungry?"

It seems entirely possible.

Considering.