[Guess who's tree you're sitting under? Martel didn't actually notice them, since she was too intent on her book. She eventually shuts her book and leans back against the tree, a few leaves breaking loose from the high limb she's sitting on, probably fluttering down to their picnic.
She pulls out her panpipes, and it they didn't notice the leaves, they'll hear a particularly upbeat tune soon enough.]
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She pulls out her panpipes, and it they didn't notice the leaves, they'll hear a particularly upbeat tune soon enough.]