[ Well, a cold John simply will not do. Maternal instincts kick in and, without even thinking about it, she appearifies a bright pink scarf and drapes it over his shoulders. ]
There, that should help. Hold your hornses my dude, we gotta get to the cafeteria first.
[ Grabbing him by the wrist, Roxy pulls him down the hall. ]
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There, that should help. Hold your hornses my dude, we gotta get to the cafeteria first.
[ Grabbing him by the wrist, Roxy pulls him down the hall. ]