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As if the tour had never happened, Magnhild found herself back at the cafeteria with a nice, big tray in her hand; just about to get more food. Unfortunately, she had wasted a significant amount of time actually trying to find her way back to the cafeteria after walking into a few pillars, people, and doors. Fortunately, she found a really soft, grassy hill to take naps on on a later occasion. Whether out of complete absent-mindedness or sheer focus, Mag had failed to notice that her bag strap had come off at the very beginning of her escapade. 

As luck would have it; something, or rather someone, tapped her on the shoulder. She turn her head slightly, seeing someone from the corner of her eye. She then turned fully to face them. A slightly shorter girl stood before her, the sweat visibly beading on her forehead from.. what seemed to be running? Mag wondered why this girl would be running around before tapping her shoulder, but to each their own. 

The young Pangolin waited for the girl to say something, because usually people said something when they wanted your attention, right? But this girl just held up a strap. It was a strap given to her by her foster father on her first day of living with him. A small yellow ball with a smiley face on it. Magnhild smiled back at the girl, albeit less intensely. She merely watched as the shorter girl pulled out a notebook, before scribbling something onto it. 

[color=f7941d]’Your strap snapped off your bag in the courtyard. I got it back to you luckily.’[/color] it read.

It took the Chimera a little bit of time to fully read the writing, her brow furrowing slightly. Her expression softened as her gaze moved back to the girl. [color=d8bb86]"Oh, thanks."[/color] She responded simply, retrieving the strap from the girl. An awkward silence fell over the two as Mag kind of expected something else... But didn't get it. Oh! That's right! Pleasantries or whatever they're called!

[color=d8bb86]"I'm Magnhild Voll, feel free to call me Mag.. And you are?"[/color] She says in a somewhat formal tone, whatever that may sound like. Since this girl spoke through paper and ink, Mag decided not to push for a handshake. Even though handshakes were the important part, as she was informed by her foster father.