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"Not to me, though."
"No, but I'm glad it did."
She sat up, careful not to hit her head. "Alright. What do I need to do?"
He was silent for a moment. "What?"
Sam didn't seem to notice, obviously caught up in teaching. "It seems we've got a fiesty one. Not to worry, though. It can't break through the...
"Nah. Maybe to you."
"We sure did."
She turned, her eyes fluttering open into a morning death glare. "What?"
He looked up from some papers. "Yes?"
Sam held a small jar in front of him, explaining the technique of summoning spirits. "Generally they range from blue to red, depending on levels...
She flushed. "Oh well."
"A third at that.. Our perfect family."
(Yoop!)
She chuckled. "You asked."
He leaned back, smiling down at them.
She shut her eyes, burying her face in her arms and falling asleep.
He followed, his hands behind his back.
"Say zomething."
