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Yah, Sobo said, rolling the femur in Loko's direction. Dat be for ya. Maybe ya can fin' a better use for it dan me. Then he sat down, pulling a long breath of sea air into his lungs.

She be a walkin' cliché, Sobo decided, scowling at no one in particular. He scanned his brother's red-masked face for his thoughts on the matter, but he had never been very adept at reading expressions. All "ya da be de kindest man dat ever lived" an' "not'in' could ever make him love ya less", bleck. I do not trust her. She be hidin' somet'in' behind dat oh so sweet facade. This was what Sobo had decided after thinking about it for a good day or so.

He still felt sort of bad about being unkind to Meerkat, but had reasoned to himself that no one could truly be that warm and supportive. That was how he wrote off his skepticism. Meerkat's ruse might fool everyone else, but not Sobo. He knew what fake looked like when he saw it. She had an angle of some kind, and was wrapping Njord right around her paw with her little act.