[ Kitty looks down, fairly scandalized, at the pitted plums. As if half the joy of them isn't getting to make a bit of a mess when you eat them. Oh, well. She pointedly reaches past the fork to snag a slice with her fingers. ]
Right, well, I'm sure you know what I'll be asking next. Why go out at that hour?
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Right, well, I'm sure you know what I'll be asking next. Why go out at that hour?