[ In more ways than one. Claude hands them a towel, and while he should probably avert his eyes - nobody likes to be stared at while they're nude - he can't help but look, trying to get a measure on the odd person he's come face to face with. ]
To dry yourself off with. And to cover up with. [ In case they don't know what a towel is either. Hey, you never know. ]
A mother is the woman who gives birth to, ah. Humans. If you're lucky, they raise you and care for you until you're old enough to set out on your own. And if you're not a human... what are you?
[ Come on, Claude, you can't just ask someone what species they are. That's rude! ]
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[ In more ways than one. Claude hands them a towel, and while he should probably avert his eyes - nobody likes to be stared at while they're nude - he can't help but look, trying to get a measure on the odd person he's come face to face with. ]
To dry yourself off with. And to cover up with. [ In case they don't know what a towel is either. Hey, you never know. ]
A mother is the woman who gives birth to, ah. Humans. If you're lucky, they raise you and care for you until you're old enough to set out on your own. And if you're not a human... what are you?
[ Come on, Claude, you can't just ask someone what species they are. That's rude! ]