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"Mute?!" she repeated sotto voce, then bit down on her lower lip so as not to interrupt Atticus again as he regaled her with descriptions of her uncles and aunt. She wondered how Crete managed to communicate and why her father didn't want her telling Peregrine that he was actually a really cool dude. Young Bones returned his wink without quite understanding the reasoning behind it all, delighted to share in an apparent inside joke with her dad. Atticus's description of Osprey jived pretty well with what the youngster already knew of the mysterious, clever woman.

She wanted to fire off a thousand and one questions but it was Atticus's turn. He wanted to know what she liked to do, presumably for fun. "Anything in the water!" she declared without even thinking about it, then tittered at her own outburst. "Swimmin', fishin', snake-wranglin'... I also like to talk and make friends!" That was probably rather obvious by now.

A sudden feeling of tiredness washed over her, yet Bones determinedly pressed on, unwilling to let something as stupid as sleepiness disrupt this long-awaited reunion with her father. Tiredly but enthusiastically, she plumbed her brain for something to ask him next. She was only six months old, so her range of questioning was bound to be narrow and perhaps even a little silly.

Although she felt decidedly uncreative, Bones eventually turned his own question back onto him. "What about you? What do you like to do?"