[She shoves the last dumpling in her mouth -- it'd be a shame to let good dumplings go to waste, and she is still maybe not venturing out enough to have a particularly varied diet -- and jumps up. Taking his hand at this point seems completely natural; they don't often walk together, but when they do, their fingers are almost invariably linked. The warm little thrill she feels is so familiar, she doesn't even register.]
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