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Sunflower stares at him a few seconds before she snorts, then chuckles, and bellows out a laugh. Oh, lordy. She tries to rein it in and it takes a second, almost missing what he says next, but she stifles back. “I’m just kidding,” she says, waggling her eye brows a little to exaggerate the joke. She chuckles quietly to herself. “But uh, my name is Sunflower. I was born in a place called Junipero Hills. It’s long behind me, though. I’m far more interested in Tindómë.” Her voice doesn’t change but her interest is spiked if only because he’s entertained her so well so far. “What I lack in sense of direction, I make up for in some pretty kick-ass other ways.”

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