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Poppy looked up at him after a moment, her eyes tired from the events of the day. "Do you want to hold her again?" she asked.
Eli nodded, beginning to pack up the sheets. "Get ready, then. We need to leave quickly and quietly."
She grinned. "I have my ways."
He grinned, looking down at her thoughtfully. "You're wonderful, you know..."
Hours later, Poppy held the newborn in her arms, her grey eyes looking down with love. The baby had a black tuft of hair on its head and it seemed...
The two returned, their faces reflecting a similar worry. August began to pack up the chamber. "Price, was there anything in the ship from the...
"It's creative and edgy."
"Didn't expect that, did you?" he asked smugly.
She sighed and took his hand, leading him towards the front desk. (Zoop?)
"Don't fret. I get the sense that Eli would send us out to fend for ourselves if necessary."
"Streamers and entrails are the same thing once you remove the blood."
He squinted at her before turning and pinning her, kissing her forehead. "Boom."
She followed him, squeezing his hand.
"We need help right now," he said flatly, "so we can help them in the future. Does that make sense?"
"I said streamers!" she said brightly, heading for the door.
"Yes...?"
"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure it didn't hurt this much..."
"There was already problems here, Aspen. It's fine."
"Probably entrails," she said thoughtfully. "Right?"
"Oh, that's what you thought? Am I that predictable?"
