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She stared up at her Neema, wide-eyed for several seconds, before a giggle burst from her lips. It was interrupted by a third hiccup, which made the baby laugh even harder. A few more jiggled her in the following moments, though they soon subsided, as did her cherubic tittering. Meerkat smacked her lips then, utterly content, and dropped off to sleep.

Nearby, Towhee did the same (smacked her lips contently), then scooted nearer to Niamh and the baby in her arms. She would reclaim her soon enough, though for a few moments, she let her chin rest on her forelegs as she simply gazed at the pretty picture Meerkat and her Neema made.