"When the water's fixed. Who moves toward who?"
"We go where the water goes," a Sunpelt elder said.
"Water's not fixed yet," Daven said.
"Which is why we make two plans," Faelyn said. "One for each direction. Either way we move when we're ready."
Grath picked his cup back up. "Sensible."
Harn looked across the fire at Bren. "Your lot really does cook better."
"I know," Bren said.
"Don't make it a thing."
"I'm not making it a thing."
"You're absolutely making it a thing."
"I'm stating a fact."
Harn held out his bowl.
Bren served him without a word.
[That went well,] Puffball said.
'It really did.'
[No pressure going forward or anything.]
'Puffball. I will tell the gold one that you exist and that you are AVAILABLE for unsupervised chaos.'
[They are fetuses.]
'GIFTED fetuses. Who knocked you offline for TWO DAYS. Unprompted. Imagine what they could do with ENCOURAGEMENT.'
A very long pause.
[I will behave,] Puffball said.
'Good.'
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