[...Tea and cookies? This is the friendliest kidnapping ever. Fenimore probably has never had tea before, since it would be hard to get in her village, though. The bookmarked journal is a bit of a surprise--a book with her name on it had seemed a lot more sinister than something that Shirley would read.
Actually, after her fearful awakening, this comfortingly normal scene is almot surreal.]
It's a little tight-- [mainly around the chest, but possibly a little elsewhere since Shirley is a stick] --but it's just noticeable. It fits fine.
[Fenimore flops down into the chair at one of the places, but she jolts forward a bit, wincing. She forgot about the wings and knocked them against the back of the chair.] Ow!
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Actually, after her fearful awakening, this comfortingly normal scene is almot surreal.]
It's a little tight-- [mainly around the chest, but possibly a little elsewhere since Shirley is a stick] --but it's just noticeable. It fits fine.
[Fenimore flops down into the chair at one of the places, but she jolts forward a bit, wincing. She forgot about the wings and knocked them against the back of the chair.] Ow!