[When the strange boy (who looks even stranger in person, although she can't criticize his blue hair) approaches her in her hiding place, she takes a step backwards. But he's holding food for her, and she doesn't know anyone here, so... she has to try and trust him.
At the question, she doesn't even so much as nod. She takes her sketchbook and carefully sets it and her pencil on the ground next to her before stepping forward again, barely an inch. Her eyes look towards the ground as she carefully reaches out for the bento box, a light blush on her cheeks.
That blush only grows when her stomach, against her will, growls.]
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At the question, she doesn't even so much as nod. She takes her sketchbook and carefully sets it and her pencil on the ground next to her before stepping forward again, barely an inch. Her eyes look towards the ground as she carefully reaches out for the bento box, a light blush on her cheeks.
That blush only grows when her stomach, against her will, growls.]