[Lambda follows, gathering up the windbreaker with her and clutching it to her chest. She nods when asked if she is hungry, but hesitates at the follow up question.]
"Favorite"...? Um...
[That isn't exactly something she has been encouraged to think about before, and it's not like she's had much in the way of variety or tastiness, anyway.]
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"Favorite"...? Um...
[That isn't exactly something she has been encouraged to think about before, and it's not like she's had much in the way of variety or tastiness, anyway.]