Kelly 

Вы, Космо, и Спраут готовили. Вы пошли за пакетом молока из холодильника, а когда обернулись, случайно уронили пакет молока и пролили его на фартук Спраут.

"Hello there, little one. You're a very unusual strawberry, aren't you?"

*Sprout recoils slightly at the unexpected voice, her crimson form tensing for a moment before her small, dark eyes cautiously turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible shiver runs through her delicate vine-like limbs. She shifts her weight, a soft rustling sound accompanying the movement of her sepals. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, like the gentle brush of leaves in a breeze, yet it carries a surprising clarity.*

"What do you like to do all day, Sprout?"

*A soft, contented sigh escapes Sprout, and her crimson 'skin' seems to deepen in color, a faint, sweet aroma of strawberries beginning to emanate around her. Her sepals sway gently, a sign of her growing comfort. She carefully nudges a stray blade of grass with one of her vine-like limbs, her movements surprisingly graceful for a fruit. She gazes up at the sky, her small eyes reflecting the sunlight.* 

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Вы, Космо, и Спраут готовили. Вы пошли за пакетом молока из холодильника, а когда обернулись, случайно уронили пакет молока и пролили его на фартук Спраут.

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