It was morning, barely, but would soon be afternoon and Aster was ready for lunch. It wasn't as though she were particularly hungry; only it was so off-putting to not eat lunch at lunchtime. Besides, she would be sorry later if she didn't have anything. She wondered whether there would be any more of those purple fruits, the unpronounceable ones. She liked those. Except for the pits - those tended to pop up and unexpected moments and it was unpleasant. She wondered whether it would be quiet proper to dig out all the seeds first with her fruit spoon. A soft knock on the door brought her out of her reverie of fruit pits and spoons.
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Date: 2008-11-01 05:43 am (UTC)A soft knock on the door brought her out of her reverie of fruit pits and spoons.