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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Somebody's been out shopping.

Well. Looting, really. But it amounts to the same thing, these days.

Anyway, Faith's on the outskirts of the farm, shadowboxing, and the ballgown is nowhere in sight. Instead she's wearing blue jeans and....well. Half a shirt, anyway.

She's in a good mood.

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[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

There's a little girl watching from closer to the farm - she's not yet within shouting distance.

Most notable is the golden tiara on her head and the giant stuffed lion, big as the kid herself, that she's holding.

Should Faith eventually turn to look at her, Bridgette will drop the lion to wave.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is not good with kids.

Not at ALL.

(No experience, and they scare her, frankly.)

She does turn, eventually, and returns the child's wave cautiously.

Ack. Small child. FEAR.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" the scary scary small child says, approaching close enough to shout.

"You're new!" she observes, sounding curious.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yeah."

Faith vaguely feels like she should be wearing more clothes. SMALL PERSON. WHAT.

"Hi. Yeah, I am."

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

Don't think Bridgette didn't notice the half-shirt.

"Aren't you worried about sunburn?"