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"Good," he said, opening the hatch.
"Ate a crayon. It was brown, so I wasn't gonna use it."
"Why would I do that? I can make trees."
He was holding the lock and he turned it to four distinct symbols. "Remember these, okay?"
"Sawyer ate a crayon," Aubrey announced.
"Harnessing it... what does that mean?"
"C'mere for a sec, Price."
Aubrey was drawing, kicking her feet.
Her eyes widened. "Holy *squee!*."
"It's the door, yeah," he said, pulling a padlock out of the earth.
"Fine. Let's go back."
She frowned and knelt down, placing her hand on the ground, thinking back to the flowers.
He knelt under a tree and began to dig. It wasn't long before he hit a wooden board.
"Spaghetti Boy and Crayon Girl? I suppose."
She nodded, turning back to Sariel. "Okay. What do I do?"
"We're here," he said, slowing to a stop as they approached a seemingly flat landscape on the edge of a forest. He began to count under his...
He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head. "The feeling is very much mutual, Av."
She frowned, watching him for a moment. "Okay. Let me know, alright?"
Eli hesitated for a moment. "Aug... well, a couple of reasons. One is that it's just not his thing; he prefers to be building than scavenging."
"My influence, though," he mused. "It doesn't matter."
