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After inducing several more sneezes, Piper looked to her round brother with watery eyes and a goofy little smile on her small face. She wasn’t certain if she enjoyed the sensation of sneezing just yet, but it was definitely something that made her little ears buzz for a moment. After the disorientation had worn away from her rusty frame, she peered at Lucas while he bapped against another flower with a smile. It was infectious to watch him play, and the young Redleaf girl was enthralled with joining him in everything that he did, only because he was so much fun. Wyatt always liked to chew on her ears, so she got sick of him a lot quicker.
 
“Seepin,” she answered his question with a heavy-lidded blink or two. Naps were always the best, of course, so she tried to squeeze in as many as three a day, or else she just wasn’t fit to venture out into the world. If she could have managed four, Piper would have been all the more thrilled by it. “Lu hungry?” Piper then asked him, feeling the familiar ache in the pit of her stomach that signaled she might need a little snack or two.