Okay. [She gets about three-quarters of the way through the curry and puts the fork down. That and tea is an odd combination, and the hot food combined with full stomach and just... exhaustion is making her feel quite sleepy.]
[She opens the box, then smiles some when she sees what's inside.] Oh! It's pretty. Thanks, Mr. Vimes.
[It's obviously very fragile, and she isn't going to touch it with curry-y hands, so she slides it back onto the table. When she's back to her normal self, she'll find somewhere nice--and out of reach of cats--to put it.]
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[She opens the box, then smiles some when she sees what's inside.] Oh! It's pretty. Thanks, Mr. Vimes.
[It's obviously very fragile, and she isn't going to touch it with curry-y hands, so she slides it back onto the table. When she's back to her normal self, she'll find somewhere nice--and out of reach of cats--to put it.]