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>leavanny will never adopt you and make you cute grass dresses
"B-but I'm a boy..." you remind Leavanny, gently pushing the grass-hewn skirt she offers away.
"Lea-VANNY," she insists as her red eyes narrow, thrusting the dress back toward you. Before you can protest further, she turns her back to you and continues to hem another leafy gown, probably made for your League debut.