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@@ -112,9 +112,9 @@ She shrugged. "Beckoning and Muse. Slow Hours, maybe? Dry Grass? I think Warmth
 
 "Not your boss," A Finger Pointing said lazily.
 
-"–to Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself of the Ode clade's sourness."
+"–fine, to Time Is A Finger Pointing At Itself of the Ode clade's sourness."
 
-This gained her a tug on the ear, which earned a laugh in turn.
+This netted her a tug on the ear, which earned a laugh in turn.
 
 "Here you are, fat little skunk–" She poked Motes in the belly.