[For Mami, picking fruit is... well... new. She lived in an intensely urbanized part of Japan; she mostly saw small gardens and parks. This is quite new. She stops in front of an apple, peering at it, with her hands on it. She stops, though, when she hears the birds singing. She looks up at them, curiously.
She blinks, when Sansa speaks up.
She looks sideways at her, before she smiles. She nods.] I do. I always thought birds had pretty songs, back home. I'm glad that's true, here.
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She blinks, when Sansa speaks up.
She looks sideways at her, before she smiles. She nods.] I do. I always thought birds had pretty songs, back home. I'm glad that's true, here.