The next morning...

“Close your eyes and think. What is something you’ve wanted?”

Saige closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Hmmm... rocks, candy, poisons, flowers, the downfall of soup... to play games with my friends all the time. To have friends, lots and lots of them, as many as I can have. To see my friends back home again. For all of my friends and my family to be happy and safe. For the orcs to build a good life. To help a lot of other creatures and people. And just a really nice stick. Maybe some more potatoes, but definitely a cool stick."

“I mean you always like making friends, and personally I wouldn’t do it with a stick. Seems kinda wasteful when we can just go out to the forest and find one.” He ponders

"Friends, friends..." Saige mumbles, then claps her hands together. "Okay, okay, I got it!"

She grins at Miquella, eyes wild with excitement.

"I wish I could be friends with whoever or whatever I want to, until I tell them we are not friends anymore."

(Please hold scene until STs respond)

The final tooth in Saige's bag disappears.

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