[ Suffice it to say she puzzles over the gift for a day or two, wondering what it means. What kind of message he's trying to communicate here. Whatever it is, Prudence finds it utterly unfathomable.
She astral projects before him -- wherever he may be -- holding the t-shirt out like one might hold a feral animal, far away from themselves. ]
What the heaven is this, Crowley? [ She points to the logo, demanding answers. ] Some sort of secret society?
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She astral projects before him -- wherever he may be -- holding the t-shirt out like one might hold a feral animal, far away from themselves. ]
What the heaven is this, Crowley? [ She points to the logo, demanding answers. ] Some sort of secret society?