[She remains on her feet, her distrusting gaze still locked onto the pie, before finally giving a hmph and sitting stiffly down on the floor.]
So it's gotta be an island thing, hasn't it? [She stares at the pie some more — because, you know, just in case it decides to get up and walk out or something — biting on the inside of her mouth in concentration. She then looks up, thrusting her finger out at Silver.]
You. Go get forks and make sure the thing's not pranked!
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[She remains on her feet, her distrusting gaze still locked onto the pie, before finally giving a hmph and sitting stiffly down on the floor.]
So it's gotta be an island thing, hasn't it? [She stares at the pie some more — because, you know, just in case it decides to get up and walk out or something — biting on the inside of her mouth in concentration. She then looks up, thrusting her finger out at Silver.]
You. Go get forks and make sure the thing's not pranked!