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She's got a backpack on, turned around so that the pack-part is against her chest. Inside is a baby fire-lizard, well-fed and asleep. She strokes its head softly as it sleeps the sleep of infant-newborn-things.
"How do you deal with hyperactively happy eight year olds without hiding from them?" She pauses. "An answer that doesn't involve throwing things or damaging her in some way, please? Something, um, practical?"
"And is anyone good with fire-lizard names?"
She considers asking something else, but it's too similar to her last question. Besides, she doesn't mind not trusting that one girl, Lian... but when it comes to Dave, she doesn't want to hear people say to just forget him. Because... she can't. She doesn't want to. So Gina holds her peace.
"How do you deal with hyperactively happy eight year olds without hiding from them?" She pauses. "An answer that doesn't involve throwing things or damaging her in some way, please? Something, um, practical?"
"And is anyone good with fire-lizard names?"
She considers asking something else, but it's too similar to her last question. Besides, she doesn't mind not trusting that one girl, Lian... but when it comes to Dave, she doesn't want to hear people say to just forget him. Because... she can't. She doesn't want to. So Gina holds her peace.