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"It's a deal," she said, turning away to hide a coy smile. He was an attractive man after all, and it would be her pleasure to keep him clean as a whistle. 

"Those are good things to be good at," she remarked. She filed away the tidbit about his sense of smell without comment. "Take it from someone who doesn't plan anything," she laughed. 

"You know, my mom was an advisor in the old Redhawk Caldera," she mused aloud. "She was Towhee's deputy." History sometimes had a funny way of repeating itself, and Alivia wondered if she might make deputy someday too. It sounded like she might have some competition for the position in Cinar though, if he was serious about being an advisor. 

Lightening lit up the little cavern, followed almost immediately by an ear-ringing crack of thunder. Alivia gasped in surprise, then chuckled at herself for being so startled. She was so lost in their conversation, she had forgotten a storm was on its way in. The wind began to whip across the mouth of the little cavern, and Alivia shrank further away from the opening.