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“How red is her face?” Jiaoqiu asks.
“Three quarters to tomato,” Moze intones. “How much property damage do you think she’ll cause this time around?”
“Steal away the wine jug,” Jiaoqiu suggests.
“She’s going to fling me off this ship,” Moze says dully.
“You can take it,” Jiaoqiu says, and lets out a soft laugh at Moze’s huff.
on the path to home.
