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“Your dad’s research is amazing,” Grover gushed as he poked holes into the dirt.
“I thought it all-” Meg swallowed tightly, “Was gone.” She checked their seed bags, before picking up one at a time very carefully, and pressing them into the holes.
“You’d think, but the Triumvirate didn’t go to the effort of getting rid of any physical copies of his papers, namely they couldn’t destroy every edition of a journal he had an article in. And I found some!”
She covered the holes, and he brought out his pipes, playing some non-Hilary Duff songs, while she watered them.