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Bronte exited while Meerkat struggled to regain her composure a second time. She felt a little guilty, though she was also grateful to be left alone with Bronco. He wouldn’t fault her for the two large, hot tears that slipped free, tracking down either cheek. She managed to stem the flow beyond that, in part because his comment earned an unbecoming snort from her.

That’s pretty vain, she joshed, though why Ponyboy and not something more ritualistically narcissistic, like Bronco Jr?

Meerkat snorted again, a bit more lightly, then frowned a little as she tried to remember what, if anything, she knew about the mother of Bronco’s children, aka his wife. It wasn’t Fennec, that much she knew for certain, and she was pretty sure Towhee had spilled some hot tea at some point… Meerkat remembered rather abruptly, her glistening eyes widening.

That’s right, she said without context, then caught herself and smiled sheepishly at Bronco. Tell me about your life here, with… Teya, right? And your kids. Good things only! she tacked on with a playfully imperious air.