Motes minor edits

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@@ -120,7 +120,7 @@ She wove around A Finger Pointing and Beholden, drawing figure eights around the
 
 And then, as she had several times over the last week, she latched herself onto Dry Grass. As they had over the last week, they revelled in the closeness and affection, the joy in allowing themselves to be around each other despite meaningless admonitions. As they had, they spoke mostly of small things, of interesting things they had seen or nice foods that they had eaten or simple stories made up on the spot.
 
-It was important to her that she be around this person she considered a member of her family. One of the close ones, not one of the distant ones, not one that had cut her off. One of the ones who reminded her that she was \emph{not} an outcast. It was important that they spend quality time together, that through that time, she \emph{lived} her gratefulness for Dry Grass's presence.
+It was important to her that she be around this person she considered a member of her family, her Ma 2.0. One of the close ones, not one of the distant ones, not one that had cut her off. One of the ones who reminded her that she was \emph{not} an outcast. It was important that they spend quality time together, that through that time, she \emph{lived} her gratefulness for Dry Grass's presence.
 
 And then, when they all piled into the movie-theater-\emph{cum}-cuddlepit, A Finger Pointing, Beholden, and Dry Grass slouched into a beanbag. Dry Grass dragged Motes into her lap while they all settled in. They sat silent through the first part of movie, watching off and on, dozing now and then. The movie was not important. It was good, she was sure, or bad, but that was not the point.