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Mabel glanced at what was left of the rest of her food. All this had kind of put a damper on this meal with new friends thing. Some of the others continued talking, sorting out that Shang and Kida wished to accompany Pacha to the palace. That seemed like enough people to guard him. . . probably. The palace sounded impressive too, but also like it was full of toxic people. Plus that would be a major sidetrack to getting home. 

Mabel slipped her juice off the table and downed the rest of it quickly. Then, ignoring what was left of the food, she slipped out of her chair and adjusted the straps on her pack. [color=ed145b]“Well, since that sounds settled, Mabel here”[/color] she indicated herself by pointing with her thumbs, fingers still wrapped around the straps, [color=ed145b]“needs to find herself a map, so she can get back to her great uncle's village. Thank you everybody, it's been weird.”[/color] 

She shot the group finger guns. Then she looked over at Pacha and the bandit peasants, [color=ed145b]“Don't suppose there's a mapmaker's shop nearby?”[/color]