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Phox led the way, eyes glancing upward now and again to make sure they were still heading toward the buzzards who circled above. Mai made small talk, and Phox wasn't bothered by it. Meet gals, he teased, Get them to help me with my everyday chores. That wasn't a lie, of course. He did have a habit of striking up conversations and making the most of his working time. Especially since he had left Mereo, it seemed a good way to spend his time.

'Sides that, I guess I like hanging out with my sister's kids and being a goofy ol' uncle, and—Phox paused, glancing to Mai a moment while they walked—my own kids, too. They're all grown now, but I still like their company.