[She immediately goes to her little kitchenette. Dusty and unused though it is, she knows how to boil water for tea. She even owns a tea kettle, which is nothing short of miraculous.
She puts the kettle on, before turning to look at him again.
There really is something different about him. His face seems...almost like a smooth mask of his own face. Like a stone that a river's run over.]
I would offer you something to eat, but I don't have much besides bread and chocolate.
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She puts the kettle on, before turning to look at him again.
There really is something different about him. His face seems...almost like a smooth mask of his own face. Like a stone that a river's run over.]
I would offer you something to eat, but I don't have much besides bread and chocolate.