[Right now she's just sitting on a barrel with a loaf of bread in her hand. Staffy's leaning against the pen, since she'll need both hands to rip off pieces of bread for the bird.
And then Gold walks in and asks his question. She stops what she's doing, turns around, and just looks at him confused. Because really...how do you even answer that...?]
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And then Gold walks in and asks his question. She stops what she's doing, turns around, and just looks at him confused. Because really...how do you even answer that...?]
There's nothing wrong with it.