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"Maybe," Peregrine replied, though he felt (and sounded) unconvinced. Fox wouldn't want him cavorting away for any length of time, at least not without her and the kids in tow. And she had a habit of getting into trouble the moment he stepped beyond the caldera's borders. A long trip was sounding less and less appealing. Nonetheless: "Well, I say we go ahead and plan it out anyway, even if it just ends up being a goofy pipe dream." They could come up with the details over the coming months.

"Hey, wanna hear something funny?" he asked after a beat. "I had a dream last night that Fox and I had three little girls. Their names were Barbecue Sauce, Snakeskin and Vegemite Sandwich. How weird is that?" Peregrine paused. "If we end up with three girls, do you dare me to name them that?"