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[puckishly]

There!

... No, no, to the left. Down a little-- behind the waitrat--

There.

A pair of bright, somewhat shifty blue eyes has appeared over the edge of a table, accompanied by-- for the sake of scrupulous exactness-- one nose, one forehead, and a nest of brown hair.

The eyes glance left to right; then, pale and slender fingers latch two, four

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[gorgonfondness]

Well, sort of. If you like mushy carrots. The baby that's been putting his fingers in the bowl of carrots sees you there, Puck, and he thinks you're playing a wonderful game. His hands leave the bowl and they go to his eyes, peeking through his fingers and softly giggling.

His mother notices his gaze and goes, "Don't you want any more carrots, honey?"

[gorgonfondness]

"They will have to tell that to the many of us who call Lunar our home, then," she says.

The child's face is now clean, though he put up a good fight for the sake of carrots.

"I would think my progeny would be enough to tell you that I believe there is life both on Lunar and Earth."

[puckishly]

Puck blinks owlishly.

"Well, that I can scarce doubt," he says.

A pause.

"Though I have but your good ladyship's good word to by."

[gorgonfondness]

"What reason do I have to lie to you, good sir?" she asks.

Cepheus suddenly finds himself discontent and begins to fuss. Mia picks him up, which mollifies him a bit.

"I have brought people from here other than my husband to visit my home where they can see the Blue Star hanging in the sky for themselves. You can ask them about it as well. Or I can even take you there myself for a visit."

[puckishly]

"Peace, lady," Puck protests, but then pauses.

The moon.

"... Should you really?"

[gorgonfondness]

She shrugs a bit as she pats her baby's back. He burps and is once again content.

"Would you like to? I do like having visitors."