(Giving birth to a live fox would require an absurd amount of stem cells, even if you did have the "equipment" for it already. I'm talking "eat a small town" levels of stem cells. So, I'm afraid you may want to keep those thoughts of a trap vomiting up a live fox to your nightmares, Kevak. Or your dreams, depending. Anyway, relationships are still there, I just thought it might be fun letting you guys guess on things more since you are really entertaining when you do that.)
But she was about to say something, and in all honesty, unless it was a several minute speech, it wouldn't do any harm to finish what she was saying really quickly, even if it's just a summary.
Hm. How to word this thought....
"Let's wrap this up, by telling me what you wanted to say!"Una nods a bit, then says "Yes, I just wanted to say that if you need the help of your personal counselor, look out for an assistance button on any communication devices installed in your place." For some reason, you get the feeling that she wanted to say something else. Wanted, but thought better of it. She nods to you and says goodbye, and to contact her at any time.
((That sounds silly.)) I like the councelor, but I feel like we should stop worrying so much about eating when we have somewhere to be. Go to the Hall, check brochure for directions, also remove stick, we don't need that.
You walk out of the high school, following the brochure and having a brief fantasy about fox friends and learning how to do archery. You toss your stick onto a nearby parkette, where a twenty-something with a shovel and a U2 2033 t-shirt picks it up and puts it a wheelbarrow. The teen then returns to burying something, seeds perhaps. The hall stands tall and thin in front of you. It's built in that big stone hut style that's so popular nowadays. Neotribalism, it's called. There appears to be a lecture on inside at 9:00, which means it is on in three minutes, leaving you to do something short, pointless, and probably incredibly fun.