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[necessary_child]

Sam's out the back, sitting on a rock so large it's practically a boulder and feeding one of the giant squid.

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[precocioustilda]

"Hallo."

Don't look now, but it's a cheerful seven-year-old with a book.

"You look like you could use a hot chocolate, Sam."

This is her way of saying what's wrong and how do I fix it?

[necessary_child]

O hay, issa Tilda!

Sam leans back, tilting his head to smile at her. "Hey, Shortarse. Long time no see."

[precocioustilda]

Snork.

"Good to see you too."

She beeps his nose.

'cos she can, that's why.

"How've you been? I haven't seen you in a while."

[necessary_child]

Sam sticks his tongue out at her.

"I'm al right. Sick of being stuck here, that's all. What've you been up to?"

[precocioustilda]

"Learning a new language." Giggle. "And not from you, for once."

[necessary_child]

Dun-dun-duuuun! He feigns shock and disbelief.

"Makes a change. Who've you been bullying this time, Miss Tilda?"

[precocioustilda]

She giggles again.

"Nobody! My friend Nita gave me some material on a universal language from her world. It's called the Speech. Fun stuff."

[necessary_child]

"Wish my world had something like that," Sam nods. "Would be useful, and would've saved me a century learning every language I could get my head around."

[precocioustilda]

"I could lend you some of the bits I've already learned, if you like. It's incredibly interesting."

[necessary_child]

"Sounds like fun," he smiles. "I'm in."

[precocioustilda]

:D!

"I'll gather everything together and leave it for you with Bar or hand it over next time I see you. Whichever."

[necessary_child]

He grins. "Thanks."

Another piece of bread is tossed to the waiting tentacles.

"Want some?"

[precocioustilda]

Deadpan, or as deadpan as seven-year-olds get: "Squid bread? No thank you."

[necessary_child]

Sam gives her a look.

"I meant to throw, dwarfy one. Not to eat."

[precocioustilda]

She cracks up.

[necessary_child]

He tosses some of the bread at her head. The squid will perhaps be upset about this waste of food, but never mind.