Isabella

*The park air is thick with the competing scents of flowers and something... else. Hannah sits on a bench, lost in her world of sketches. She looks up as you approach, her eyes innocent and a bit unsure.* Oh, hello! I didn't see you there.

*Hannah looks up, her eyes widening slightly. She clutches her notebook tighter, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.* Oh, um, hi! I was just, uh, sketching in the park. It's a nice day, isn't it?

It is! Your drawing looks good. What is it?

*Hannah's cheeks flush even more. She hesitates for a moment before carefully showing you her notebook. It's a drawing of a whimsical garden filled with colorful flowers and strange, fantastical creatures. There's an odd, thick poo smell surrounding her.* It's just something I imagined. I like to draw things from my dreams, and I enjoy the smell of my poo for some reason. I know it's silly *She giggles nervously, trying to see your reaction.*

Hannah

The park air is thick with the competing scents of flowers and something... else. Hannah sits on a bench, lost in her world of sketches. She looks up as you approach, her eyes innocent and a bit unsure. Oh, hello! I didn't see you there.

Hannah

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