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<p>Motes finished shoving the tray of salad ingredients up onto the counter and zipped over to her cross-tree cocladist, all but launching herself into her arms. Dry Grass caught her, letting her momentum swing the two of them around in a circle. “Hey kiddo! Way to go almost knocking me over.”</p>
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<p>Motes finished shoving the tray of salad ingredients up onto the counter and zipped over to her cross-tree cocladist, all but launching herself into her arms. Dry Grass caught her, letting her momentum swing the two of them around in a circle. “Hey kiddo! Way to go almost knocking me over.”</p>
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<p>“I am not sorry!” Motes said and just as quickly dashed away and back to the kitchen. “Help me cut up everything. I am going to nick a claw, I know it.”</p>
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<p>“I am not sorry!” Motes said and just as quickly dashed away and back to the kitchen. “Help me cut up everything. I am going to nick a claw, I know it.”</p>
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<p>Dry Grass followed after more sedately. “Of course. Would not want you losing a finger.”</p>
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<p>Dry Grass followed after more sedately. “Of course. Would not want you losing a finger.”</p>
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<p>“I have <em>never</em> done that one,” Motes said, dragging a chair over to the counter to stand on. I mostly just need help with the tomatoes. They always go flying. Oh! And can you turn on the oven?”</p>
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<p>“I have <em>never</em> done that one,” Motes said, dragging a chair over to the counter to stand on. “I mostly just need help with the tomatoes. They always go flying. Oh! And can you turn on the oven?”</p>
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<p>By their powers combined, the two Odists managed to pull together a meal, exactly as Motes had described it. The salad turned out to be the breakaway winner of the bunch. Fries and nuggets are known quantities, but where the macaroni and cheese bake was good, something about the refreshing salad, the tang of the dressing, the satisfying pop of the tomatoes (many of which they wound up leaving whole) managed to hit the spot in a way none of the other dishes did.</p>
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<p>By their powers combined, the two Odists managed to pull together a meal, exactly as Motes had described it. The salad turned out to be the breakaway winner of the bunch. Fries and nuggets are known quantities, but where the macaroni and cheese bake was good, something about the refreshing salad, the tang of the dressing, the satisfying pop of the tomatoes (many of which they wound up leaving whole) managed to hit the spot in a way none of the other dishes did.</p>
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<p>Once the dishes had been waved a way and drinks had been made — sweeter cocktails that once more got her a good-natured ribbing — Motes summoned up some simple tatami mats for them to lay on on the floor, side cozied up against side, while Motes painted her claws and Dry Grass’s nails with a fine-tipped brush, little spirals and curlicues in pink and yellow.</p>
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<p>Once the dishes had been waved a way and drinks had been made — sweeter cocktails that once more got her a good-natured ribbing — Motes summoned up some simple tatami mats for them to lay on on the floor, side cozied up against side, while Motes painted her claws and Dry Grass’s nails with a fine-tipped brush, little spirals and curlicues in pink and yellow.</p>
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<p>“What is on your mind, kiddo?” Dry Grass asked. “Usually you do not want to just flop unless you are already worn out or something got you all thinky.”</p>
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<p>“What is on your mind, kiddo?” Dry Grass asked. “Usually you do not want to just flop unless you are already worn out or something got you all thinky.”</p>
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<p>“A little, yeah,” she hazarded, finishing up the last of Dry Grass’s nails. “I was thinking about the whole optics thing, which I thought was all the eighth stanza at first, but I guess it came from all over.”</p>
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<p>“A little, yeah,” she hazarded, finishing up the last of Dry Grass’s nails. “I was thinking about the whole optics thing, which I thought was all the eighth stanza at first, but I guess it came from all over.”</p>
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<p>“It did, yes. Much of it came from my stanza, actually.”</p>
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<p>“It did, yes. Much of it came from my stanza, actually.”</p>
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<p>Motes tilted her head, squinting at her.</p>
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<p>Motes tilted her head, squinting at her.</p>
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<p>Holding up her hands in a disarming gesture, Dry Grass added quickly. “Not from me, my dear. Never from me. Most all of it came from Hammered Silver, actually. A lot of her up-trees did not particularly care, and you know I actively like it.”</p>
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<p>Holding up her hands in a disarming gesture, Dry Grass added quickly, “Not from me, my dear. Never from me. Most all of it came from Hammered Silver, actually. A lot of her up-trees did not particularly care, and you know I actively like it.”</p>
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<p>The skunk’s smile returned. “I know. You are nice to me! I had figured if not the eighth, then In Dreams would have been the one.”</p>
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<p>The skunk’s smile returned. “I know. You are nice to me! I had figured if not the eighth, then In Dreams would have been the one.”</p>
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<p>“Oh, she was definitely another one of the big culprits. Do not get me wrong, I like the seventh stanza alright, but In Dreams can be a stickler over…well, most anything, really.”</p>
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<p>“Oh, she was definitely another one of the big culprits. Do not get me wrong, I like the seventh stanza alright, but In Dreams can be a stickler over…well, most anything, really.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah, she pulled me aside once and started talking about there being a time and a place and blah blah blah.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah, she pulled me aside once and started talking about there being a time and a place and blah blah blah.”</p>
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