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Eventually, she got what she wanted - not that it changed much. Swift was only interested in plants. Swift was boring. Swift was strange. Bazi knew all of this, and more. But she could not force Whittier to recall something he had never witnessed (evidence of something more ominous, perhaps). "Alright. Thank you, sweetie," she sighed, forcing a smile. "But keep an eye on him, alright? And if he does anything strange, tell mommy and you'll get a snack." Whittier received a smooch for his good work, and an unspoken invitation to follow - maybe to go find the nearest cache, maybe to spend the next hour patrolling. Bazi had to be careful not to reward too much of her son's good behaviour with food - otherwise his adulthood obesity would be all her fault.

Penultimate post? :D