The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

He nodded. It was close enough. "Grass." He said, picking up a blade of grass

(His name is Carson XD )
“Grass.” The same thing. Her r rolled a little bit (because for some reason I always imagined Portsmoth to have rolled Rs), but it was still close. It would probably be part of her accent permanently.
 
“Grass.” The same thing. Her r rolled a little bit (because for some reason I always imagined Portsmoth to have rolled Rs), but it was still close. It would probably be part of her accent permanently.
He tore a leaf from a low-hanging branch of the tree. "Leaf."
 
He laughed, too. "Alright, tell me what these are." He pointed to the tree, first, then held out the blade of grass and the leaf.
She rubbed her hands against the rough bark, the sharp pieces poking a memory. “Tree.” She took the leaf from his hand and held it up so it aligned with her vision. “Leaf.” She then sat in the grass, the cushiony effect reminding her. “Grass.”
 
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