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The spirit smirked, keeping one eye on the screen. "Didn't you, though? You were the one responsible." She folded her wings carefully against...
"Huh. I couldn't have said it any better myself. How much do I owe you?"
"Oh. Saint Michael. The *squee!*, right?"
"Alright. Go sit down."
She frowned, evidently not completely happy with the answer, but she saw it as a compromise, so she nodded. "Okay," she said, taking his hand....
"That's a pretty name," he said easily, looking at the bouquet. "What do those flowers represent?"
She looked over at him. "Is there a God?"
"Well, that's good. Do you want to eat now or wait?"
She frowned, looking up at him. "But... you should rest," she said, standing up. "I don't mind making breakfast."
He laughed again, his shoulders shaking with the action. "My name is Tuck. What's yours?"
She grinned, clearly delighted. "I am a God."
"I'll show you, no need to worry. I don't know what the situation was like up in the Star, though."
She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him, her nose brushing his. The spirit laughed and pulled up a chair beside Sam's prison. "I...
He laughed out loud. It was a sweet laugh; low and sincere. "What makes you say that?"
She followed him, trying to make flowers grow as she walked.
"Eli's probably finishing up now, so no need to worry. It's a bit of a complicated system, though."
She beamed, looking up at him adoringly. "I can make you some tea. You should probably rest for today... you need your strength." The spirit...
He laughed slightly, leaning against the counter easily. "That's what my mother says."
She tilted her head back to look at the sky, almost as if searching for something, before nodding. "Come on. Tea."
"I have a laundry system!" he said cheerfully. "I can make you new clothes, but I can wash the stuff you're wearing now and hang it to dry while...
