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Finnegan Larson - Finn smiled. "Thank you,"
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Sera nods. "Does anything look appealing?" she asks hoping she made a decent amount of options
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Finnegan Larson - "Not really..." he muttered, looking over the options, but picked up the toast anyway. That would be the lightest on his stomach.
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Sera was glad to see that he was trying to eat
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Finnegan Larson - Finn nibbled on the toast a little, taking small bites.
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Sera smiles, thinking he looked like a cute little mouse nibbling on his toast
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Finnegan Larson - Finn smiled back, but 10 minutes later he lurched for the bucket and vomited it all back up.
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Sera pats his back, "It's okay" she says gently. "Maybe some rest will help?" She offers, not knowing very much about medicine or anything but was trying her best to help
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Finnegan Larson - Finn nodded, feeling awful. He put the bucket back down onto the floor and laid back.
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Sera sits down on a chair next to him. "Anything I can do to help?" She asks knowing the answer would likely be no, but she was really worried about him
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