[ She's sitting out in yoga pants and a rather large shirt that almost seems like a dress. She's torn at the yoga pants a little, tears with strands going between still. The shirt she's cut off the neck, so it grips one shoulder and hangs off another. It falls midway down her thighs, riding up just a little from how she's perched on a stool in the kitchen.
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Yogurt in hand. ]
With yogurt?
Never. [ Try to take her yogurt from her. ]