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"All sorts of 'em!" Triston says, beaming from ear to ear. "A little bit of rosemary, some cilantro - you've got a gorgeous wild patch over there - and some mushrooms." He scoops some stew into a bowl and holds it out to Lambi. "Hey, um . . ." He hesitates, clearing his throat and dropping his gaze. "About this morning, I . . . thanks. I really enjoyed getting to snuggle with, you know, a cute human. I hope your mom doesn't kill me for it," he adds with a light chuckle.
He pours another bowl of stew for himself and glances around. "Where is your mom, anyway? Wouldn't she normally be back by now?" he adds. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice Tide crane his head around and steal some stew from his bowl with his tongue.
He pours another bowl of stew for himself and glances around. "Where is your mom, anyway? Wouldn't she normally be back by now?" he adds. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice Tide crane his head around and steal some stew from his bowl with his tongue.