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[my_six_hearts]

[by now, the Weighted Companion Cube has slowly accumulated more holiday decorations than ever before. With the Host Club adding the final touches, it is now almost entirely covered in lights, stickers, and ribbon, its hearts nearly obscured by Christmas cheer.

And it couldn't be more pleased. Happily glowing near the bottom of the stairs, just in

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[aint_quiteright]

[River has opted to carry a turtledove to the outdoors, where she believes it will be better off. Of course, she's managed to avoid people until the steps where there is Cubie]

Sometimes it is the thought that counts.

[my_six_hearts]

[the pleasant little electronic voice answers]

thoughts count?

I wonder what thoughts count for?

[aint_quiteright]

[she kneels down onto the ground beside the cube, nodding as she sets the bird onto the steps, it's sleeping at the moment so the usual reactions around it are a bit delayed]

The thought counts to the person that you are thinking of. It's an unusual way of determining your worth to another person, but when someone thinks about you it equates to some level of importance. That you are important enough to think about even when they are not around.

Those are the sort of thoughts that are said to count.

[my_six_hearts]

I have many thoughts

i think about everyone
every
thing
everyone and everything

I wonder if that counts

[aint_quiteright]

[she takes a seat on the ground, setting the sleeping bird in her lap. Her hand rests to the top of the cube]

I believe it does count. Very much so.

[my_six_hearts]

I wonder why she has a bird.

I wonder if she needs something to put that bird on.

The Weighted Companion Cube can probably hold birds.

[aint_quiteright]

[smiles, setting the bird in her lap, it's still sleeping. She'll pick the cube up and place it on a higher step, so that she can look at it, you know, at eye-level]

You could hold birds. [leans along the steps, placing the bird atop the cube]

You're being exceptionally useful. [the bird flutters its wings to settle in and in that moment, River leans over and kisses the side of the cube]

[my_six_hearts]

[oh! wonderful! a two-fold flutter of happiness emanates from the Cube, both at being useful and praised with a kiss.]

I can hold birds i am being exceptionally useful

I am glad she approves
I am glad the bird approves

[aint_quiteright]

[she pets the cube lightly]

I do approve.