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"oh!" she exclaims as her mother's voice startles her into peering back over her shoulder. the raccoon takes the chance to vanish further up the tree; a quick glance back reveals only a dim-lit pair of eyes staring back from the upper branches. back to her mother, then, admitting, "I was trying to get him, um, to be my homeboy." she feels a little bashful admitting it, though Q certainly hadn't displayed anything of the sort when she'd shown of her otter.