[ She doesn't need an excuse to hold him or be held, and she scoots back over to him, wedging herself where he's indicated and allowing her back to be pressed against his chest. It's similar to how they had been sitting before, only a little more intimate and... she likes this better, if she had to admit it. ]
There's so many flasks, [ She comments, counting them in her head. ] You can fill them all without effort?
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There's so many flasks, [ She comments, counting them in her head. ] You can fill them all without effort?