[ Most people opt to pat Gray on the head, but Amos goes for the shoulder. Maybe it's just because everyone else is so much taller. Gray finds that she almost prefers Amos's display of manly camaraderie; she's hardly a child anymore (despite what her height says), and the head pats can make her feel awfully small.
She answers as they enter the greenhouse proper. ]
It wasn't a film, but there was a show. It was about a chef who would— ah!
[ She exclaims softly and automatically grabs onto the fabric of Amos's clothes with her fingertips. The reason is in her gaze, fixed worriedly overhead: a ghost divebombing them, trying (and succeeding) to jumpscare them as they step inside. ]
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She answers as they enter the greenhouse proper. ]
It wasn't a film, but there was a show. It was about a chef who would— ah!
[ She exclaims softly and automatically grabs onto the fabric of Amos's clothes with her fingertips. The reason is in her gaze, fixed worriedly overhead: a ghost divebombing them, trying (and succeeding) to jumpscare them as they step inside. ]