[This was news to Sunny, but it sounded right. He always thought canned soups were too salty, anyway.]
Okay. [Easy agreement as he goes to the fridge to retrieve the vegetables. He stares for a moment or two, not sure of which ones to grab. He ultimately grabs them all and heads back over, as a wave of fatigue and general sick unpleasantness hit him.
He pushes through it to put the vegetables on the counter, determined to help make this soup. An aura with colors halfway between sparks and scribbles dimly appears, clinging close to his skin, but Sunny doesn't seem to notice yet.]
Are these alright? I'll put back any we don't need.
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Okay. [Easy agreement as he goes to the fridge to retrieve the vegetables. He stares for a moment or two, not sure of which ones to grab. He ultimately grabs them all and heads back over, as a wave of fatigue and general sick unpleasantness hit him.
He pushes through it to put the vegetables on the counter, determined to help make this soup. An aura with colors halfway between sparks and scribbles dimly appears, clinging close to his skin, but Sunny doesn't seem to notice yet.]
Are these alright? I'll put back any we don't need.