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Sneezes and boogs and bad breathing all sounded horrific to Ephraim, who didn't need much urging to back away from the mushrooms on the wall. He appreciated Bat's offer to protect him, though, and fixed her with a shy smile as they backed away from the bulbous flowers. It was weird to be around a pup who wanted to help him rather than disadvantage him; he and his siblings had been competitive, and to say that they liked one another was a stretch. It was a pleasure to find he actually enjoyed Bat's company.

"Yeah!" Ephraim readily agreed, now with much less timidity than before. He wracked his brain, drawing up the game that Tux had tried to play with him not long before: "tag?" And then, just the way the tuxedo pup had done, Ephraim reached out and poked Bat's shoulder.