[ it's not fair how good hot food smells right now. as much as caroline wants to continue soaking in her cocoon of self-pity, the food smells better, so she (begrudgingly) sits up, pushing the blankets off her faded pink scrubs-clad legs and onto a pile at the edge of the bed. ]
Starving, actually. [ bad joke, given her general paleness, but it's a sincerely made one. ] What's on the menu?
[ she's regrettably already been clued into the state of no-meat affairs, thanks to rey, but she doesn't know what constitutes acceptable alternatives. don't steer her wrong, new friend. ]
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Starving, actually. [ bad joke, given her general paleness, but it's a sincerely made one. ] What's on the menu?
[ she's regrettably already been clued into the state of no-meat affairs, thanks to rey, but she doesn't know what constitutes acceptable alternatives. don't steer her wrong, new friend. ]