[ She looks back, a slight smile touching the corners of her lips. ]
I rather prefer Lear. If you don't mind.
[ Both of her hands plant flat on the table, to stop them shaking, and she leans forward. This feels like a chance-in-a-lifetime sort of moment, and she won't be shy. ]
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I rather prefer Lear. If you don't mind.
[ Both of her hands plant flat on the table, to stop them shaking, and she leans forward. This feels like a chance-in-a-lifetime sort of moment, and she won't be shy. ]
And I'd like to join your group.