[No, no, we must have all the condiments. Every condiment. Laura's nearly about to squirt an ungodly amount of mustard onto the top as well before she's waved down properly. She blinks in Bill's direction, putting down the bottle and slowly pulling down her earmuffs. She's got an intense stare about her, someone who is scanning every inch of any situation, always studious.
She doesn't say anything; she waits patiently for whatever this adult's trying to say.
Depending on what she says, she'll either surrender some attention or... you know.
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She doesn't say anything; she waits patiently for whatever this adult's trying to say.
Depending on what she says, she'll either surrender some attention or... you know.
Ignore her and turn away rudely.
Either/or. We'll see how it goes.]