[ She nods in acknowledgement of his name, giggling with a smile still in place on her face.
Then, she reaches out, grabs his wrist and starts dragging him to the bike— it's something bird-like in shape at the head, made out of old looking technology... ]
I can drive us to town square. You clear the road for me with the rod. C'mon!
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Then, she reaches out, grabs his wrist and starts dragging him to the bike— it's something bird-like in shape at the head, made out of old looking technology... ]
I can drive us to town square. You clear the road for me with the rod. C'mon!