[A sudden rush of cloth smacks the communicator, effectively knocking it to the ground. Anemone picks it back up, laughing at it. Anemone sneezes, then makes a pouting sound as she picks it back up.]
I got by dress! The pretty o'de whed... Dewey took me dah'ci'g.
[She starts humming a song, then stops to cough for a moment.Hey Shih'ji, cad I co'b
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