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<p>“But I like being a fatty,” Motes countered. “If you were not such a string bean, you…you would…uh....”</p>
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<p>“Uh huh?” the other skunk prompted, grinning. “What would I do, my dear? Pray tell~”</p>
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<p>Motes laughed and tore up a pawful of grass, tossing it ineffectually at her cocladist, who merely returned the gesture.</p>
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<p>Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire was a skunk like her, small like her, but had wound up wiry and lithe, perpetually untameable fur stained here and there with green or yellow as if ey had been caught rolling in the grass and dandelions and run off before bothering to wash. It was her friend of friends, a superlative acquaintance that had led to a bond unbreakable.</p>
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<p>Which Offers Heat And Warmth In Fire was a skunk like her, small like her, but had wound up wiry and lithe, perpetually untameable fur stained here and there with green or yellow as if ey had been caught rolling in the grass and dandelions and run off before bothering to wash. A being of indeterminate gender and unsettled pronouns, it was her friend of friends, a superlative acquaintance that had led to a bond unbreakable.</p>
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<p>They elbow-crawled over to drape unceremoniously over Motes’s front, sighing now that it had caught eir breath. “You are a nerd,” they said. “But I guess I like you all the same.”</p>
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<p>“Pff, call me a nerd,” Motes scoffed, petting Warmth’s fur up backwards to muss it all the more. “At least I am a cute nerd.”</p>
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<p>“You are that,” the other skunk admitted. “So am I, mind. Probably cuter than you.”</p>
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<p>“Mmnf! Is ‘whatcha’ a contraction?”</p>
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<p>“I do not know. Did you have to focus to say it?”</p>
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<p>“A little,” she admitted. “Sort of like ‘kinda’ or ‘gonna’.”</p>
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<p>“Weirdo,” ey stated plainly. “Do you mean what am I doing right now? Because I am using your fat belly as literally the worst pillow.”</p>
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<p>“You could get off of me at literally any time.”</p>
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<p>“Weirdo,” ey stated plainly. “Do you mean what am I doing right now? Because I am using your fat belly as <em>literally</em> the worst pillow.”</p>
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<p>“You could get off of me at <em>literally</em> any time.”</p>
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<p>“Absolutely not.”</p>
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<p>Motes giggled. “No, I was asking what you are working on in general. What are you working on these days?”</p>
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<p>“Oh!” They sat up cross-legged, letting Motes do the same. “I got a letter from both of the LVs, and–”</p>
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<p>“What the frick is a <em>frahabrodåt?</em>“</p>
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<p>As it spoke, ey dreamed up a shallow bowl. “No fucking clue! It apparently means ‘fluffy tower’.” This began to take shape. It seemed to be a lattice of fine bubbles in pale, sea-foam green. “I have only tried a few of the recipes ey sent, but this one at least gave me some good ideas.” The foam began to congeal into a firmer structure that looked to have been shaped by some sort of fork into a square-ish tower. “I do not know if I would call it <em>good,</em> but I am guessing by a text description of something an alien showed a non-chef on a System that is not theirs.” At last, the tower seemed to be complete, though over the next few seconds it was pocked with a few pips of what seemed to be some similarly pale-green fruit. “Here.”</p>
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<p>Motes leaned forward and squinted at the dish, sniffing. It smelled like precious little.</p>
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<p>“I have not gotten to adding the scent yet,” Warmth explained. “That is one area where Codrin did not give much detail.”</p>
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<p>“I have not gotten around to adding the scent yet,” Warmth explained. “That is one area where Codrin did not give much detail.”</p>
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<p>“Well, okay,” she said, doubtful. She dreamed up a spoon and poked at the…foam? Froth? It was surprisingly sturdy, and although it wobbled, it did not fall over under the touch. </p>
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<p>A grin was growing on the other skunk’s face.</p>
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<p>A grin was growing on the other skunk’s face. </p>
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<p>Bad sign.</p>
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<p>Figuring there was nothing for it, she gathered up a spoonful of the fluff, complete with a few pips, said, “Onetwothree<em>go!</em>” and stuffed it into her mouth…then immediately raced to swallow it. “Mmnglhfnnf!”</p>
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<p>Warmth bust into a fit of giggles and forked several times in quick succession, the crowd of em breaking into a wild applause, complete with standing ovation and shouts of ‘Bravo! Brava! Bravissimo!’, before quitting.</p>
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<p>“It tastes like passion fruit and licking battery terminals at the same time,” Motes cried, bringing into being a glass of water to rinse out her muzzle.</p>
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<p>She waved away the utensil and glass of water, flopping back onto the grass once more. “That is why I like her, yeah,” she said, folding her paws over her belly, pensive.</p>
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<p>Warmth dismissed the <em>frahabrodåt</em> and stretched out on their belly. “Now why did <em>you</em> get all mopey all of the sudden?”</p>
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<p>She shrugged, peeking over at the other skunk through the blades of grass and drooping columbines. “Just family stuff on the brain.”</p>
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<p>“Precious little of that, my dear,” ey said, gently rapping her atop the head while making a hollow clicking noise with its tongue. When Motes merely stuck out her tongue, their expression softened. “Sorry, Mote. Why family stuff? Why is that mope-inducing? Usually you love that. Sometimes you go on about ‘ma and Bee this’ and ‘Sis Hours that’ and it is <em>lovely.</em>“</p>
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<p>“Precious little of that, my dear,” ey said, gently rapping her atop the head while making a hollow clicking noise with its tongue. When Motes merely stuck out her tongue, their expression softened. “Sorry, Mote. Why family stuff? Why is that mope-inducing? Usually you love that. Sometimes you go on about ‘Ma and Bee this’ and ‘Sis Hours that’ and it is <em>lovely.</em>“</p>
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<p>“Slow Hours used to hate it when I called her that,” Motes said, smirking, then returned her gaze to the sky. “Just been lots of thinking and talk lately about how much trouble me being small causes.”</p>
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<p>“But I am small.”</p>
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<p>“I know, but like the smallest. Like, the youngest.”</p>
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<p>“How do you mean?”</p>
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<p>“Well, they cut off Dear, right?” it said. “And I am rather a lot of Dear. I am Dear and Rye and Praiseworthy. I am all of my down-trees. I <em>like</em> being all of my down-trees. I am proud of it.” She grinned. “I think of all of those, they might like Rye okay, but they hate Dear, and I cannot imagine them being too into Praiseworthy after the <em>History</em> named her as the propagandist during Secession.”</p>
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<p>Motes frowned. “Wait, really?”</p>
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<p>“I mean, I have not actually talked to them, but they cut off Dear for less.” Ey laughed bitterly. “But again, I am also a little one, right? We also have our family dynamic, yes? Hell, Rye and Pointillist are <em>plenty</em> chummy, if you know what I mean.”</p>
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<p>“I mean, I have not actually talked to them, but they cut off Dear for less.” Ey laughed bitterly. “But again, I am also a little one, right? I have dated a cocladist before, have I not? My stanza also has our family dynamic, yes? Hell, Rye and Pointillist are <em>plenty</em> chummy, if you know what I mean.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “They just write each other letters.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah. <em>Sexy</em> letters.”</p>
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<p>“Well, okay,” Motes said, still giggling. “Do you really think they have cut you off? Effectively if not actually, I mean.”</p>
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<p>“Mmhm. Now, come on. Let us lick a battery terminal and eat a passion fruit and see how it stacks up against <em>frahabrodåt,</em> and then get some <em>actual</em> food.”</p>
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