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Annabelle carefully made certain the girl was comfortable in the apron. Settled around her neck and cinched up around the girl's hips, she smiled a little. "Not so bad, right?" asked the woman, leading Snow to the table and ushering her to sit. Once seated comfortably, Anna turned to the stew, serving it up in a bowl she'd pulled for herself; the panicked girl came first here. A small bowl and a spoon set before her, she smiled. "Go on, sweetie. Eat up, it's good for you... I think," Anna smiled, ignorant of the nutritional needs of another species. She assumed it was alright.
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Back and rarin' to go.
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