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Ugh, pass.

[ Vanya is holding a dusty bag of something that most certainly has mold inside with her fingertips, hunger suddenly not being so important. ]

Wouldn't be good if I end up throwing it up later anyway.

[ She stares at it anyway, not quite sure if she actually wants to put it down or give it a try. Ultimately she opens the bag and sniffs inside.

She regrets it immediately. ]

Yuck, pass. Definitely pass.

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Did you just say planet?

[ Vanya blinks slowly, head starting to spin as she takes a couple of steps, only to twist over herself, breath slowly turning frantic. ]

I can't- I think I'm going to be sick...