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Turmeric found his investigation interrupted by the soft footfalls of another. Goofy ears swivelled and directed the turn of his head to meet his company with inquisitive eyes and the glow of a grin.

He knew this one!

"Hiya!" he chirruped, with one of the words he knew he knew. At her inquiry, he shifted his bright-eyed gaze toward the flowers he'd since pulled his paw away from.

Before he could hum out another sound, Aerin had shuffled forward, like mama sometimes did when he found something new. Turmeric leaned his weight to one side to peer around Aerin's round belly, now that she had swept into the space between him and the plants.

He tipped his head, and even as she ushered him away, he remained quite transfixed upon the plant she seemed to think was dangerous - at least, this is what he thought, from the gentle nudges she gave in encouragement for him to turn away.

"Poison?" he repeated slowly, having never heard the word before. Even though he turned with her, Turmeric wasn't keen on finding something new to do, not until she gave him answers.