[And in what feels like the first time in a long while, Zelda smiles.]
You have my gratitude, America. [She slides the knife back into its designated pocket. If America is an odd name for a person, she makes no comment on it.] Are you able to make a fire? I can start one, if not.
[Oh, to be unaware of America's obsession with food...]
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You have my gratitude, America. [She slides the knife back into its designated pocket. If America is an odd name for a person, she makes no comment on it.] Are you able to make a fire? I can start one, if not.
[Oh, to be unaware of America's obsession with food...]