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tegan dipped his nose at her praise. yes, nice one indeed. he let to mouse sit in the cold snow as he decided to continue a conversation with good ol' mama finley, plopping his rump onto the snow and looking at her with a tilted head. his brow furrowed. "dang, so we don't get to chew it off?" he asked-- a weird sense of humor for this particular moment, not like tegan cared. it didn't really matter though, he assumed his mom would go with whatever he decided to say. "that's good though," he added just for good measure.

"and it's cool, i bet fiadh and clover will pick up the slack for you," he then offered with a smile. notice how he didn't volunteer himself for that-- no no, he'd hunt, sure, but he wouldn't be putting any more responsibility on his shoulders than need be. with a thoughtful tilt of his head, tegan squinted at his mom. "do you know anything about the earth's buttcrack?"