[At first she doesn't recognize it. When she does, the brightest smile he's probably ever seen passes across her face. Because even though she doesn't exactly remember, she does.]
From the church.
[Her voice is quiet, reverent. She feels like she's in church now. Glancing at him, she ducks her head, hiding the brightness of her grin so it doesn't blot out the shadow of the bear.]
[Then she forms her hands into claws and roars quietly, like you do when you're pretending to be a bear. It's a joint effort.]
[ Spam ]
From the church.
[Her voice is quiet, reverent. She feels like she's in church now. Glancing at him, she ducks her head, hiding the brightness of her grin so it doesn't blot out the shadow of the bear.]
[Then she forms her hands into claws and roars quietly, like you do when you're pretending to be a bear. It's a joint effort.]