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She was really curious to know what exactly was so amusing that was worthy of that smug smirk she received. Being caught off guard was embarrassing enough, not to mention she'd been chatting up a frog, but she refused to be some sort of sideshow. Not entirely impressed by the female, Kipling lifted a single brow critically in her direction. What? So you don't know? She actually didn't know herself, not that she'd be willing to admit as much after all that.

It was then that the frog moved, between them her gaze flew down to catch the movement as it disappeared into the the surrounding grass. Kipling took a single step in the pointed direction, I guess you can follow me and Mr. Toad here.

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