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She squinted. "A couple hours each night."
He squinted, but didn't say anything.
"Fine," she said, looking a little nervous. "Ask away."
"Well you gathered them," he said. "Maybe she's just grumpy."
She crossed her arms. "Why me?"
"She's a stubborn chicken," he said, maybe looking at little surprised at her presence. "I'll get there."
She nodded, turning back to the fae with a small frown.
He didn't seem to notice her, his arms folded stubbornly as he glared at the chicken. "I will get you to like me."
"I can do it," she said, her head tilting slightly.
He watched her go before getting up to look around curiously. (Zoop!) He would still be in the barn that evening, but this time he was...
She nodded in understanding. "I will."
He looked away again, nodding slightly. "Alright."
She looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "I'll do my best.. If I panic I'll just ask myself what you would do in the situation."
His expression was cold and stony. He didn't say anything, just watching her critically.
Her frown deepened. "We don't know that. It's worth a shot."
"You don't know me," he said quietly, turning his head away.
She took his arm, looking tired. "Puck. Relax."
He huffed, crossing his arms. "The only reason you'd ever care is because your family is at risk."
She looked a little anxious, but put her hand on Puck's back as she looked up at him. "Puck, it'll help us know what happened.."
He didn't say anything, his expression closed off.
