[The knife goes away, back into a jacket pocket. LSP sits down, huffing a little and folding her arms. Like the whole murder thing isn't bad enough, they have to get dreams from it too.]
...I've got, like, a chocolate pie thing from the vending machines, you want it? Chocolate helps sometimes.
[Totally her own wisdom, not stolen from anyone else.]
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[The knife goes away, back into a jacket pocket. LSP sits down, huffing a little and folding her arms. Like the whole murder thing isn't bad enough, they have to get dreams from it too.]
...I've got, like, a chocolate pie thing from the vending machines, you want it? Chocolate helps sometimes.
[Totally her own wisdom, not stolen from anyone else.]