Katlyn racked her brain for a solution to the problem she created. When ever she had a stomach ache, her mother would always make her a cup of chamomile tea. More often than not, it helped. With that in mind, Katlyn began making her way toward the fair with her new companion.
"Alright, so my mom always made me chamomile tea when I had a stomach ache. I'm sure your's is a lot worse than what I had, but it might help. What do you think?"
Daisy gave a weak nod before groaning in pain, releasing another long winded blast-of-ass.
"I guess *groan* I mean th-*groan* PFfffFFFfffFFFFFFFFFffffffft *exhale* that sounds great. Just, do we really have to go back to the fair?" The girl looked to be trying her hardest to look grateful, but it was a pitiful display at best. Katlyn's frown deepened. Daisy obviously didn't want to be in a crowded place in her current state, and she didn't blame her. She'd hate to be the one blowing loud blasts uncontrollably around a large group of people, too. It would probably be best to avoid it at the moment. Plus, Katlyn wasn't even sure there would BE any tea being sold at the fair. However, she did know one place where she could.
"How about...we go to my place? It's not that far, just across the street. It's secluded, and we could wait whatever this is out."
'Or get you to a hospital' She thought with disdain. Daisy let out a sigh of relief, along with a...surprisingly quiet puff of gas that ALSO sounded like a sigh of relief. Weird.
"Can we do that? That sounds like the best option."
"Alright. To home we go."