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“Should we be worried about that?” Boost nudges Comet, and he looks up from where he was cleaning his weapon.
“Worried about what?” Comet asks, following Boost’s line of sight. “Oh.” Robert is standing in the center of their camp, desperately flapping his stubby black wings up and down. Comet can’t help the fond grin that spreads across his face.
“I think he’s trying to fly.” Boost comments, both humor, and horror in his words. Comet snorts.
“He is.”
“Doesn’t that worry you?”
“The general says penguins are flightless.”
“Does Robert know that?”
“I’m not about to tell him that!”