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tavina let the sound of gucci's drawling humour tug her a little, bit by bit, back toward some semblance of self herself. she could not help but laugh. "are you advocating child labour, sir gucci? say it isn't so." but her dark violet eyes were filled with amusement. "we could market akashingo as a finishing school," the sesh whispered conspiratorially.

advanced self-grooming, sprint-talking, and inherent handsomeness. that last one provoked a little twitch of her lips. "i agree with all your areas of expertise," tavina said dryly.

the seriousness also gleaned a look of solidarity. "pharaoh's children must learn to be wiser than him. their childhood will not any easier than it is now."