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A stranger approached, threatening Ariadne's particularly nasty temper. Food was something they had always been possessive of.

They made a point of blocking their keep from the others view, eyes narrowed. "What's it matter to you?"

Briefly it crossed their mind that the stranger may have only intended to make small talk. Ariadne had never liked small talk.