[She gives him a pointed look to demonstrate that he's not actually forgiven - but she returns to nibbling at her sweet. It is pretty good, somehow, weird as it is to envision Gin as someone with sweets-baking friends - good enough for her tastes, at least.
As she slowly eats, something occurs to her. The glance Gin-wards should be a tipoff, as should the suddenly slightly anxious set to her expression.]
Couldn't you go and finish your thing while they still let people skip around worlds? And then come along?
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As she slowly eats, something occurs to her. The glance Gin-wards should be a tipoff, as should the suddenly slightly anxious set to her expression.]
Couldn't you go and finish your thing while they still let people skip around worlds? And then come along?