[She just kind of...watches the cough drops clatter to the floor. All right, sure. Day one and she was throwing boxes of oatmeal everywhere on a desperate search for some cinnamon; she can't fault her.]
Totally, thanks. [In one hand she has acquired a fistful of scalpels held like a particularly pointy bouquet, and she holds the other one out to take the container, because she has exactly enough sense not to just, like, hand this girl the scalpels?? It might be concern for the safety in grabbing sharp things, it might be making sure she isn't about to stab Clover with them; who can say.] We'll just have to keep them until the bonfire gets lit, then.
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Totally, thanks. [In one hand she has acquired a fistful of scalpels held like a particularly pointy bouquet, and she holds the other one out to take the container, because she has exactly enough sense not to just, like, hand this girl the scalpels?? It might be concern for the safety in grabbing sharp things, it might be making sure she isn't about to stab Clover with them; who can say.] We'll just have to keep them until the bonfire gets lit, then.