Edmund! [ she takes a step back, narrowly missing the parcel that flew near her feet. the sound of something breaking is unmistakable, and there's one with its contents spilled over (turkish delight, from the looks of it) on the floor and susan stares at the mess her brother's made in horror before lifting her gaze up and glaring at him. ] What was that for?
[ the mask she's so carefully sewn and worn these past few days begins to crack, and oh how she hates him for it. ] What's your problem?
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[ the mask she's so carefully sewn and worn these past few days begins to crack, and oh how she hates him for it. ] What's your problem?