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He gasped in surprise, looking up at her with wide eyes. "I knew it was a trick!"
She groaned. "But it hurts and it's annoying."
"I see," he said. "Do you spend every day in here?"
He frowned at her, giving a quick glance behind him.
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Make me."
"You're very welcome," he told her, then offered her a hand to stand. "What kind of stuff do you usually do in here?"
"I'm not going to fall for your tricks, Poppy," he said, crossing his arms.
"But it's uncomfortable," she told him. "I don't like it."
"So that means you will be a scientist," he said. "You're welcome."
"Uh huh." He raised an eyebrow. "I bet there is."
"Are you?" she asked, her hand moving to fidget with her injury. " I'm glad."
"I think you can do it," he told her. "Trust me."
"Creatures in this general vicinity."
"So?" she asked. "Doesn't mean a thing."
"You'd be good at it," he said. "I think it suits you."
"Well," he said, "let's just look for any type of animal, then."
She yawned, then tilted her head at him. "I would tell you every second of every day in my life and it wouldn't amount to how much I truly love...
He laughed, tilting his head. "Are you going to be a scientist when you grow up?"
"Brown, I think." He shrugged. "Like newts."
"Good," she said. "I'm glad. I like telling you."
