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"I am in labor," she hissed, her voice furious, "giving birth to your child, and you have the nerve, to tell me to WATCH MY LANGUAGE?"
"Did you like it?"
She yelped when she was pulled in out of surprise and the door slammed behind her. She paused, before turning to him. "Wow, you're a sore loser."
"Of the soup or the sandwich?"
She glared up at him, genuine anger in her eyes.
He looked down at her before sitting down hesitantly. "Can I ask... what's it like? In the Star?"
"I know," she said nudging open the door slightly.
"But... I'm sleepy."
"Mmhm..." she said, closing her eyes for a second. "This... it's alright. *squee!*."
August brought her over a glass of water, looking around nervously. "He'll be here soon. Eli will know how to deal with this."
She squinted. "If he jumps out at us, you need to hit it with your staff."
"So I don't need to eat it."
She gripped the counter edge. "Yeah, I... OW. *squee!*. Sorry. Okay."
He sighed, sitting down. "That might be good..."
She headed inside, looking around nervously.
"I made it."
Poppy paused before whimpering slightly. "Ow. Owwwww."
He nodded reassuringly. "Yeah. Yeah. Don't worry. Do you want some water?"
"He's going to kill me. Let's go find him."
"Sure it does."
