[ As she straightens up, grinning triumphantly at the Purah Pad, Zelda hears an unexpected voice call out to her. With a gasp, she spins around to find a man (a regular man, not some kind of food man) seated nearby with a pen and paper in his lap. He greets her with a friendly wave, as if this was a perfectly normal place to run into another person, not an island populated by living snacks. ]
Oh! I, ah... [ She stumbles over her words, momentarily struck dumb by the surprise of finding another person on this bizarre island.
Fortunately, the princess's sharp wit catches up with her quickly. ]
I-- I believe so, yes!
[ Zelda carefully makes her way over to the man, making sure not to accidentally step on any food creatures. She flips the Purah Pad around to show the image captured on its screen. ] I wanted a proper picture of it from straight-on instead of looking down so that I could properly see all the, uh, sandwich layers.
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Oh! I, ah... [ She stumbles over her words, momentarily struck dumb by the surprise of finding another person on this bizarre island.
Fortunately, the princess's sharp wit catches up with her quickly. ]
I-- I believe so, yes!
[ Zelda carefully makes her way over to the man, making sure not to accidentally step on any food creatures. She flips the Purah Pad around to show the image captured on its screen. ] I wanted a proper picture of it from straight-on instead of looking down so that I could properly see all the, uh, sandwich layers.