Sette spotted Fionna picking flowers. The smell of the things made her head swim - the curse of an oversensitive nose. But the smell was fainter than it had been in days gone by. Winter was coming, and the plants seemed to know it.
"What're you up to?" she asked as she sauntered up, as casually as she could.
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"What're you up to?" she asked as she sauntered up, as casually as she could.