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So she wasn't performing some sort of courting ritual (this time, at least). Although, if Phox had been engineering such a thing, he thought she had a pretty good starting point. It had certainly gotten his attention, after all. Something told him it wouldn't have the same effect if he had been out here doing that by himself. He'd probably just look like—even more of—a clumsy goof.

That's nice, he said, immediately feeling like his words were inadequate and probably a little demeaning. Are you from around here? Smooth, Phox. Very smooth. Next you should ask if you can buy her a drink.