[ Ginny suspects, by now, that the food and drink are safe enough to consume. Or rather, she's hungry enough to have given up on holding out through the day and decided to nibble on something and wonder if she'll keel over because of it—so of course her eyes snap towards Stiles when he starts to choke on whatever he's gone and sipped and at first she thinks, I knew it! and then she thinks, Bloody hell and goes to check on this perfect stranger.
But then it becomes clear that it's less poison and more the wrong pipe. So she grins in quiet sympathy, ducking her head a bit to catch his eye. ]
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But then it becomes clear that it's less poison and more the wrong pipe. So she grins in quiet sympathy, ducking her head a bit to catch his eye. ]
Nicely done, mate.