Saige springs into action, weaving through the tables until she’s smack in the middle of some poor group’s conversation. She beams like she’s been invited, already talking before they can get a word in.

With a sudden flourish, she points to the favor on her belt, displaying the bizarre anti-spoon symbol sewn into the fabric. Her expression flips through a rapid-fire spectacle of emotions before she spins on her heel and dives towards the next unsuspecting table.

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