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Fiyori shifted her own body around a bit, so that in the end she would sit on the rim of a bench with her feet planted on the seats. Her bag had been placed between her legs, which held them tightly.

"A bit of conversation."

As far as whims go, this one was probably not the worst. Fiyori had noticed Keith's grumbling stomach, and couldn't help but grin. Another whim came up.

So she opened her bag, looked for a half-finished bars of her and once she got it, flung it at Keith's head.
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