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Her mouth curved in the smallest of smiles, wry, but genuine enough. You could say that, she said cryptically, and left it there, not wanting to go further into details. She absorbed herself in his description of games instead, nodding sagely at the answers.

Those are definitely different than the games I played as a child, Maegi remarked, her manner growing warmer with every word. Chasing butterflies does sound fun. What sort of things did you hunt? Ugh. It was a pain having to do it for sustenance; why anyone would hunt for pleasure was completely beyond her, but hey, tastes differed.