[Belle rolls her eyes when Lena draws her sword. It reminds her too much of the knights of Camwood. Too eager to measure the lengths of their blades. She moves off to the side, leaning her bow against a wall before heading into the area that looks to be a kitchen. Should have gone to find lunch before checking this place out, she figures, when her stomach growls.]
Magic. [Her eyebrows go up as she wiggles her fingers in mockery of a witch casting her spell.]
They're desperate. [It's perhaps the most serious thing she's said so far, voice soft as she checks out the fridge carefully. Empty, of course.]
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Magic. [Her eyebrows go up as she wiggles her fingers in mockery of a witch casting her spell.]
They're desperate. [It's perhaps the most serious thing she's said so far, voice soft as she checks out the fridge carefully. Empty, of course.]