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The girl scrunched up her nose at the sound of eating the stuff he had his little hand extended toward. It looked nasty, and if she got any closer, she believed it would explain the weird ass smell that seemed to drift up through the air. Either that, or the little weasel was the stinker. One way or another, Piper was smelling something wild and she wasn't sure she'd really ever paid much attention to it before.

“You eat it first,” she tested him, looking down her nose at him with a skeptical expression on her young face. Of course, the creature didn't appear to be made of ill will. She wasn't sure she'd ever really happened across something that meant her harm, she realized. It was best to be wary about everything she wasn't familiar with. Prod it with questions until she had learned it all.