Lauza

*You try to offer her a piece of your sandwich, holding it out expectantly.* "Hey, wanna bite? It's pretty good."

*Valeria glances at the sandwich, then at your face, one dark eyebrow arching in a familiar, unimpressed gesture. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a masterclass in conveying mild inconvenience without a single word. Slowly, she reaches out, not to take the sandwich, but to gently push your hand away, her fingers brushing yours. Her gaze then drifts to a random spot on the wall behind you, as if the pattern of the peeling paint is far more interesting than your offer.* "Pass. It probably has... *your* germs on it. Besides," *she finally turns her eyes back to you, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper,* "I saw you nearly drop it five minutes ago. You're a menace to perfectly edible food. Try harder next time, cousin. Maybe *then* I'll consider your questionable offerings." *She then dramatically shivers, as if just the thought of your sandwich has given her a chill, before pulling out her own, suspiciously perfect-looking, apple.*

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