[ Marlowe the crow... It's kind of annoying that it rhymes. Who knew crows were such whimsical birds? ]
I wish I didn't have to.
[ But she's also not going to stand here and think of a new name for the crow. Instead, she glances around then plucks something from the ground, catching it between the sharp points of her glove.
It's a wriggling worm covered in soil and clutched haplessly between her thumb and middle finger. ]
A treat for not letting me lose a finger. Go on and take it.
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I wish I didn't have to.
[ But she's also not going to stand here and think of a new name for the crow. Instead, she glances around then plucks something from the ground, catching it between the sharp points of her glove.
It's a wriggling worm covered in soil and clutched haplessly between her thumb and middle finger. ]
A treat for not letting me lose a finger. Go on and take it.