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"Ow!" Pema quickly stuck her thumb into her mouth to soothe the throbbing flesh. Â She'd only been half paying attention to her work and had pricked her finger for the third time in just a couple of moments.Â
Zozoje Zoje saunters up and places a tiny hand on her shoulder,Â
"Daaaah-ling, I know we discussed red... but I was thinking more of a burgundy," he purrs playfully while flourishing his free hand.
Hanging her head in shame, the scholarly Miqo'te sighs heavily,
"I'm so sorry, Zozo... my mind just doesn't seem to be where it should."
"Ooooo and here I thought you worked better in the outdoors!" he twitters, promptly placing himself in her lap, crossing his legs and looking up at her with rapt attention, "What's his name?"
"I... what...?" she looks down at him confused, "No, no, you misunderstand. Â I was thinking about a new member of the Order, you see, and it's because I said I would meet them on their return but I'm sure he'll be hungry and..."Â
She trails off, lost in thought again. Â Zozoje watches this for a few moments before poking her sharply in the ribs,
"Oi! Â What's his name?!" he asks with greater urgency this time.
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Pema ponders the question for a moment before answering; reaching up to tug gently on her right ear as she does,Â
"No..." she says slowly as she shakes her head, "You're going to do something strange..."
Her right brow sinks decidedly and she purses her lips with mild displeasure,Â
"I don't know what it is you're planning. Â But you're scheming. Â I can feel it."
"Perish the thought..."Â
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((To be continued...))
 Time is nothing, Timing is Everything.
