*Returning from a foray to the local mart of funnybooks and heavy-breathing troglodytes with Beth, Samus finds herself with something she suspects Ali will appreciate, and pays an unannounced visit, a
datapad in hand.*
*Well, unannounced until the cats catch her scent.*
Ali? Are you home?
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The cats will have to keep Samus busy entertain Samus for a few minutes, while Ali gets Donovan back to sleep and gathers up the fussier Cateline to come have an early lesson in being a gracious hostess.
"Ah, Samus. I trust everything's well?" Make that a mostly gracious hostess.
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*Smirking, she offers the datapad with an arm that has a pudgy white cat dangling from it.*
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Then she reads it.
Cateline does not know what to make of her giggling mother, and waves her tiny fists to beseech the gods to give her the strength to endure.
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*Her tone is a wry drawl, as she eyes Davyn. She can't even get a look at Alfdis, who is climbing her back--she's just glad she thought to wear a loose shirt today. When Ali starts giggling, she grins.*
I thought you'd do that. Want me to take Cateline for a moment?
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