[Camille is more fiddling with the sandwich ingredients than she is assembling. She clears her throat, tossing her hair back over her shoulder in a losing battle.]
I guess even with a bonafide saving grace, it's too hard to work out the root of the big problems. I understand. But if you think of something extra, let me know, okay? My world is only fucked on a mundane level. I don't have to deal with devils or sorcerers, any of that crap.
Or... [And here she does pause, knife hovering over the butter.] There's the things in the swamp. If any of them would help.
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[Camille is more fiddling with the sandwich ingredients than she is assembling. She clears her throat, tossing her hair back over her shoulder in a losing battle.]
I guess even with a bonafide saving grace, it's too hard to work out the root of the big problems. I understand. But if you think of something extra, let me know, okay? My world is only fucked on a mundane level. I don't have to deal with devils or sorcerers, any of that crap.
Or... [And here she does pause, knife hovering over the butter.] There's the things in the swamp. If any of them would help.