... yeah. I used to visit them, back home. To get shells for a friend of mine. Like, um...
[The friend was him, though it felt too awkward to say so. Not to mention she's picked up more than a few shells here on Aimintas. Also for him, or at least for when she got back home. None of them were quite a replacement for the one shell she lost, but, still.
Carefully shifting Curly's weight, she pulls out a good-sized spiral shell, the weight of it comfortably heavy in her palm. She offers it to him.]
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[The friend was him, though it felt too awkward to say so. Not to mention she's picked up more than a few shells here on Aimintas. Also for him, or at least for when she got back home. None of them were quite a replacement for the one shell she lost, but, still.
Carefully shifting Curly's weight, she pulls out a good-sized spiral shell, the weight of it comfortably heavy in her palm. She offers it to him.]
Like that one.