PC: Saber

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Oh, a swan! Hello... I don't think that I have any food for you.

[ she has a smelly little bag of herbs she's collected, but that's it. ]

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[ HMMMMM

they make a swan noise. ]

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[ is it friendly?? can she pet it?

she holds a hand out... ]

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[ she



can pet. the swan will nuzzle into her hand. ]

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[ yay!! she pets. ]

Where did you come from...?

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[ the bird lifts a wing to point in a direction ]

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Oh.

[ satisfied with that answer. ]



... Wait, did you understand me just now?

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[ a swan nod ]

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A swan deity??

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[ nods. ]

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[ wow!! ]

You honour me with your presence. Is there anything I can do for you?

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[ help

they start walking, then pause to look back at her as if making sure she is following. ]

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[ she follows! ]

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[ waddles to the convenience store. ]

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[ follows to the convenience store. will hold the door if it's not automatic. ]

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[ thank you.

sits in front of pudding. ]

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You desire this as an offering? Very well.

[ she'll take some pudding, remove the plastic covering, and place it reverently before the swan. ]

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[ this is the most delicately you will ever witness a swan eat pudding. the manners are impeccable. ]