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"Such pretty wings," it said thoughtfully. "Tell me, human, does she trust you completely?"
"We'll see if you're a scavenger or a creator," he said with a shrug.
He opened the window. "Messenger pigeon," he said, sticking his hand out.
He grinned, looking up at Francis. "Dadda, ball."
"Right. I'm, uh... I'm going to head to my room for a while, okay?"
She grinned up at him before looking back down at the fox. "Oh, she's a pretty one," the spirit mused to Sam. "What should I do with her?"
"You're with me for today," he said, starting to climb down the cliff. "I'll show you the ropes."
He stood up, going over to the window cautiously. There was a pause before he laughed. "Oh."
"Ball," he agreed, chewing on it. Poppy was holding Lily, and she kissed Francis' cheek before heading up to the nursery.
She frowned, folding her arms. "Okay. If you say so."
"No, I was joking," she said, looking back down at the fox. "I would never do that to you."
"Around. Left behind campsites, some ruins and the forest, generally."
He sat up quickly, his eyes wide. "Really? Could you pass me my trousers?"
James grinned a toothy grin, looking up at Francis. "I haf a ball," he proclaimed proudly.
"That's what they all say."
She scratched the fox's head before looking up at Sam with a grin. "My fox could beat up your owl."
"We gotta gather supplies," he said flatly. "Food, blankets, clothes, stuff like that."
He murmured, his eyes fluttered open. "...what?"
They arrived home almost a day later, with Diana running forward to return to the kitchen, and James gurgling in Francis' ear.
"Because I'm terribly unprepared."
