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As soon as mother came out Marble's frantic attempt to pick up her things came to an end. She stopped, placed a paw on rock that didn't manage to roll away, and stared up at her mother. The kiss was unexpected; she wasn't used to Star's physical affections. The girl sneezed and blinked in response.

Then she looked back at the man—Mahler is what mother called him—who was now asking questions. Marble could barely grasp his first question. All she picked up was mother and kind. Yes, mother was very kind. The whelp nodded quickly.

She wasn't sure what pebbles were. The pebbles. He couldn't be referring to her brother. His name wasn't the pebbles. He couldn't be talking about mother either. She'd already been spoken about.

Marble's brow furrowed as she thought over the question. Her gaze fell towards her rock. Oh! Mahler must be talking about her rock! She looked up and nodded again.