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 <p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s the second time I&rsquo;ve heard Ode clade, and I still don&rsquo;t get it.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;A clade is just a group of people forked from the same root instance. I am quite far diverged from my root instance. Certainly further than In All Ways is. You look a little like her, you know that?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>Caught. I panic.</p>
-<p>She rests a hand gently on my elbow and tuts. &ldquo;Hey, hush. It is okay.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She rests a hand gently on my elbow and tuts. &ldquo;Hey, hush. It is okay. You take inspiration where you can, yes?&rdquo; she says, laughing. &ldquo;Besides, I am not going to complain. She is pretty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Thanks,&rdquo; I stammer, unsure of how to proceed. &ldquo;You are too, I guess.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;&lsquo;You guess&rsquo;?&rdquo; she smirks. &ldquo;No, no, I get what you mean. In All Ways said I should be on the lookout for a trans girl, about our age, real frumpcore vibe. I got some of that, did I not? Besides, we usually share an aesthetic, I am just dressed down today.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What, the skirts and all?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She nods, tilts her head, and, with a quiet rustle, her clothes shift from what she had been wearing to a navy blue tiered skirt and almost-matching splotchy blue blouse. &ldquo;Of course.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I grin, making a show of looking her up and down. &ldquo;Definitely pretty, then,&rdquo; I say. I ought to kick myself for flirting, but I&rsquo;ll take what I can get.</p>
+<p>Laughing, she gives a hint of a curtsey. &ldquo;So, Rena, yes? She/her, yes? Tell me who you are. Tell me what you dream of. Tell me why you are here.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>It takes </p>
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