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Did you know some people are allergic to flowers? Lucas didn't. Piper's sneezing elicited a wild round of merry giggles that shook his entire paunch, because he was a fan of sneezing, too. There wasn't anything he wasn't a fan of thus far, except maybe Nunataq's authoritative actions at times, but only because she was still considered a visitor and it was bad manners. He reached out his tan-tipped paw to poke the flower once more and he chuckled again as its head bobbed on the stem.

"Wha' doin'?" he wondered, fixing his red sibling with a pleasant smile and curious eyes. Had she been up to some adventure before finding him here? Had Laurel taken her for a walk? Had she been spending time with the newcomers? Lucas enjoyed hearing about his siblings' days; earlier, Wyatt had told him about the eight legs he had squished and then tried to eat, and how gross it tasted. Lucas had kept his eyes peeled for eight legs ever since so he could try them, too, but he had yet to find even one.