[Drinking blood is a hell of a thing to try to gloss over in a conversation... but Rita's got no reason to press this guy on whatever he went through, curious as she is about the carnival's history.]
Right... [Her attention returns to the jam.] What kind is it? [She only gives it a half-glance, seemingly trying not to look too interested.]
[In contrast, her Litten makes no effort to hide its interest in the food. He's been staring at them (or more specifically, at the basket) this entire time, and now, he climbs down from the roof of the trailer, hopping from surface to surface until he reaches the ground. From there, he looks up at them and meows expectantly.]
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Right... [Her attention returns to the jam.] What kind is it? [She only gives it a half-glance, seemingly trying not to look too interested.]
[In contrast, her Litten makes no effort to hide its interest in the food. He's been staring at them (or more specifically, at the basket) this entire time, and now, he climbs down from the roof of the trailer, hopping from surface to surface until he reaches the ground. From there, he looks up at them and meows expectantly.]