[Mary says something muffled behind the crinkles of way too much paper, and then carefully draws it out into her hands. Damp, crumpled, but maybe not totally sopping thanks to the wax protection of her crayons.]
It's okay, I wasn't gonna swallow it.
[She examines her...creation? Then she looks over at what the spirit has done. Hm...they're quite different. Maybe she doesn't have the right teeth. But she tries to curve up the edges of her mess.]
I thought I could make it a flower that can sail away.
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It's okay, I wasn't gonna swallow it.
[She examines her...creation? Then she looks over at what the spirit has done. Hm...they're quite different. Maybe she doesn't have the right teeth. But she tries to curve up the edges of her mess.]
I thought I could make it a flower that can sail away.