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Her son was delightfully prompt in explaining where it was he was headed. Fin scrunched up her face in disgust, though her smile persisted through it. Worms were gross in her expert opinion. There was just something super fucked up about them being somehow alive and yet not having faces. She couldn't fathom that he was in pursuit of them because he actually carried some affection for them, so she assumed what was otherwise most logical to her.

"You got some birds that need feeding?" Fin asked, settling down upon her haunches away from the line of dirt that was shooting out past his paws.