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SpoilerAtoli shifts on her feet as she looks over the current process of the parchment's story, her eyes narrowing as she folds an arm over her chest and supports the other to thoughtfully rub her chin. With a slow shake of her head, she picks up the charcoal and simply writes:
bacon bread
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SpoilerShe snickers to herself like a juvenile delinquent and scuttles off into a corner, tucking herself away and taking a seat as she watches the remainder of the responses with a wolfish grin.
(( *Atoli fails the literacy test* ))
(( *Atoli fails the literacy test* ))