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The living room of 132 is empty, as are both bedrooms. The suite is painfully clean, apart from the dumbbells in the middle of the living room and the handful of sweaty workout clothes tossed on the floor

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Enter a slightly frazzled Goldilocks, with her usual lack of announcement. Holding her hand and toddling along at her side is little Eleanor, armed with her fierce-looking teddy bear. For once the bear's head is not in her mouth—Goldy is taking steps to stamp that habit out already. In its place is a pacifier, which is being sucked on with slightly less contentment.

"Now, normally it's good manners to knock on other people's doors," the Fable informs her child. "But we never need to in Auntie Steph and Auntie Mel's case, because we're always welcome here

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Steph sighs, but there's laughter in her voice.

"Do you ever pick a time when I'm not naked? Hang on, coming out."

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Too late. Goldy and the fruit of her loins are already on site, both staring at the foam-filled room before them.

"Holy crap, Sweetcheeks! How many megatons was the bath bomb you used in here?"

Eleanor, for her part, is quickly overcome with glee.

There's a small pop sound as she yanks her pacifier out, and an excited cry.

"Bubbles!"

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"I like bubbles," Steph defends herself. There's movement within the suds, some foamy crackling, and then Steph parts the clouds to beam at Eleanor. "You're right, gorgeous, bubbles are super!"

Goldy just gets an eyebrow-raise that asks babysitting? You?