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[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Someone's feeling proud of herself. This would be a Donna getting all up in your Astral Plain, lugging what appears to be a three foot long sub-sandwich, piled high with toppings and a large drink. She spreads out a blanket and settles down with this giant sandwich, opens a bag of crisps and sighs contently, laughing to herself.

If you happen to know music well, you might notice when she's just looking around at the stars, she's humming 'Across the Universe' by The Beatles]

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[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[......talking. kitten. EEEEE] You can talk? You can talk! 'Course you can talk. Everything has a version that can talk. Right, sorry, uhm... [kitten...adorable...] I don't have any bananas on me, sorry. I've got crisps?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] What's a crisp?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[holds up a potato chip!] These. I don't think cats can eat them, though. Are talking cats an exception?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Talking people are an exception, Ginger-snap! [She grabbities at the chip.]

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Well, all right then, kitten. You know your limits, I think. [hands over chips!]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Climbs into the bag and starts crunching around, smashing things before eating them. This seems to be a habit with her.] Wow! They've got spark.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[amused by kitty!] They're...sour cream and onion crisps, probably why.