[ she reaches for a napkin — except she didn't think to get one before so she's actually going to reach for his, which just so happens to be situated right between their trays anyway, so who can prove it's not hers. no one, that's who.
as she wipes off her hand, she gives him a fairly flat look. ]
Who's to say you won't keel over before you even get back?
[ no no, she'll have to do it herself, of course. she's already moving back towards the aisles of food. maybe there's another fruit-like thing that looks a bit more trustworthy that she missed the first time around... ]
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as she wipes off her hand, she gives him a fairly flat look. ]
Who's to say you won't keel over before you even get back?
[ no no, she'll have to do it herself, of course. she's already moving back towards the aisles of food. maybe there's another fruit-like thing that looks a bit more trustworthy that she missed the first time around... ]