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Her face fell. Darn it. She had hoped to get a free meal out of this show. He spoke again, and she noticed a change in his voice, but was too disappointed to scrutinize it.

Blueberry, she told him. What's yours?

One of the bucks let out a particularly anguished bellow, and she jumped half out of her skin. She folded herself down against the snow, afraid she'd given them away, and took a deep, steadying breath. 

She chuckled, self-deprecatingly so. She must look like such a baby.