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Plourr is in what has become a normal position, these days -- sitting with reports and a datapad and a plate of dinner, Ianna in a carrier on the table, Plourr's hair tied back and a blaster at her hip.
She isn't doing much work, though, or eating much in the way of dinner. Instead, she has become distracted by a new game. It involves poking Ianna lightly in the belly, and then grinning like a maniac as Ianna laughs a big, delighted, baby laugh, beaming up at her.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
The Estillo(-Pernon) women could go on like this all day.
She isn't doing much work, though, or eating much in the way of dinner. Instead, she has become distracted by a new game. It involves poking Ianna lightly in the belly, and then grinning like a maniac as Ianna laughs a big, delighted, baby laugh, beaming up at her.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
Poke. Baby giggles. Proud beam.
The Estillo(-Pernon) women could go on like this all day.