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She flushed slightly, looking over at him in surprise. "Really?"
His face lit up. 'You did?"
"Pretty bad."
He flushed, kissing her forehead and switching the hat back to her head. "I don't trust your description of beautiful."
She pulled her hands back, relaxing. "There."
"Who is this artist?" he asked, inspecting the paintings. "I'm not familiar with their work."
"Yes," Mo replied flatly.
He ducked his head slightly. "How do I look?"
She grinned, trying to make an ice tree alongside her earth tree.
He looked around, closing the door behind him. "I like your house," he said decisively.
August came over to the table, and Mo squinted. "Damn. What happened to you?" August raised an eyebrow. "Does it look that bad?"
He laughed deeply, coming over to her. "Oh, beautiful."
She considered it before trying to shape the ice.
Tuck followed, glancing over his shoulder.
"There is a tube running down my body," he said flatly. "Need I explain more?"
He squinted at it. "It's not beautiful, but I do like rabbits."
She opened her eyes and considered this thoughtfully.
Mack joined her, snuffling quietly.
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to know?"
"Not at all."
