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He readily agreed to keep her company, though he seemed a little confused about the mention of gulls. Bat laughed lightly and explained, "They're some variety of seabird. They're really fucking annoying and liable to snatch your food right out of your damn mouth, so I don't feel bad about eating their unborn babies." Her lips twitched.

"Gotta decide if we feel like climbing or swimming for our dinner," she mused in the next breath, eyes moving ponderously between the rockery and the pounding surf. "Got any preferences, Breccan?"