[Amelia says nothing and doesn't move from her spot. Her eyes are closed but her ears are alert, taking in the subtler sounds around them. Her head shifts to glance at the menu with her cheek pressed against her arm.
Everything listed sounds delicious enough. When the witch finally speaks up, she makes a specific request, but not in the way one would expect.]
Can I have something where I can hear ingredients being cut?
[It's asked in a way where it's serious enough, but not totally, like a thought being spoken aloud.]
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Everything listed sounds delicious enough. When the witch finally speaks up, she makes a specific request, but not in the way one would expect.]
Can I have something where I can hear ingredients being cut?
[It's asked in a way where it's serious enough, but not totally, like a thought being spoken aloud.]