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[Ooh. Raw nerve. Her hair is bristling at the offense.]
Excuse you, but I am in perfect health for a girl my age. So what if I happen to eat a lot - I burn through a lot of magic.
[Flopping back to sit on her butt next to him, her arms cross and she huffs audibly.]
Not like you've got room to talk there, Mister Contrator.