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She stretched slightly before folding her wings against her back. "Now what?" "A nerve, huh? What should I make her do next? Do you think I...
"We'll just have to wait and see, I guess."
"Nat's probably pissed at having to use a pigeon."
He rolled the ball back to him.
She was sitting on her bed, looking at the ground at the sound of the knock. She frowned, looking up before going to the door and opening it.
"I'll send him back," she said decisively as the fox went through the portal. She grinned up at him. "How'd I do, teach'?" "Oh, too easy..."
"You'll probably have to do some of both. Creating is probably more appealing, but we need scavenging to live."
"Our kids love us!"
"Again?" he asked hopefully.
She went to her room and closed the door.
She beamed, kissing his cheek. "How long can I have the fox out?"
"Right."
There were some crayon drawings that they would recognize as Sawyer's, and sloppy writing that belonged to Aubrey. "Deer Mama Papa I mis u cee u...
He grabbed it and started clapping, clearly delighted.
She hesitated before leaving the room, heading to her bed.
"Ooh, so I'll have to figure it all out for myself? This will be fun." Eden looked up at him after a moment, her brow furrowed. "What? Am I...
"Yeah, what August does. He scavenges too, but not for necessity."
He brought his hand back in with a folded paper. "Let's see," he said, coming back to the bed.
He laughed deeply, rolling it to Francis.
"Great. Bye Zaddy, Warner."
