[Sakura feels a light tug and then looks down at her dress. An expression of surprise flicks across her features, however it's quickly replaced by worry.]
Don't do that it will tear.
[She looks at her plate and then tries to wave the bird into her lap.]
Here let me feed you this...
[She takes a small strawberry and puts it in the palm of her hand hoping to goat the bird away from the ribbons.]
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Don't do that it will tear.
[She looks at her plate and then tries to wave the bird into her lap.]
Here let me feed you this...
[She takes a small strawberry and puts it in the palm of her hand hoping to goat the bird away from the ribbons.]