She doesn't have the energy to walk all the way back to her hut; by the time the party's over, her feet ache miserably, even if the way that Babe's been looking at her all night makes up for it. She's had enough cider to make her head spin a little, nevermind dancing with Babe and Joe, talking to little girls about baseball and piglets
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"And I don't even gotta ask," he adds, appreciative as he helps her with her coat. The pig huffs again, wanting attention. Her tail wags like a damn dog. "She needs a name," he thinks aloud. "I can't call her Pig forever."
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"Well," she says, sitting down on Babe's bed with her back against the wall and her feet dangling. "She's a girl pig, so that's a start." She smirks at him. "Hera Agathon was very upset you haven't named her yet. I told her it was because my boyfriend's an idiot."
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"I can't be that much of an idiot," he adds, tossing a glance her direction that implies she's got somethin' to do with that. He puts her coat aside, then he crosses to Eden, swooping her legs up before he sits with them on his lap. "We could name her Pinky." He's jokin', the 'we' slippin' out easy enough that he don't even notice.
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"My cat was named Ruby."
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