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@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@ It was some time later — she did not know how long nor care to check, though h
 
 "Glad to see you up and about, Dot," Beholden said, briefly touching her nosetip to Motes's cheek in an affectionate skunk-kiss. "We got the ping that you were, thus lunch here rather than out, but it is nice to see you all the same."
 
-Bookending her with a similar — though far more human ­— kiss to herother cheek, A Finger Pointing said, "It really is. Are you feeling better, my dear? Please say yes."
+Bookending her with a similar — though far more human — kiss to her other cheek, A Finger Pointing said, "It really is. Are you feeling better, my dear? Please say yes."
 
 Motes laughed and waited until each was finished before returning the cheek kisses to her cocladists. "I am, mostly. I still have a lot on my mind, but I am no longer buried beneath it." She nodded towards the plates, adding, "I already ate before you got here. I am not sorry."
 
@@ -140,7 +140,7 @@ She shrugged. "Well, I pinged Miss Genet, so we are going to meet later."
 
 "You spent yesterday afternoon lounging in the auditorium trying every kind of kettle corn you could find on the exchange."
 
-She sat up straight, staring at her partner like she was some alien creature, something too dense to understand the importance of kettle corn. "Yes. Busy."
+She sat up straight, staring at her partner like she was some alien creature, some queer thing too dense to understand the importance of kettle corn. "Yes. Busy."
 
 As A Finger Pointing and Beholden finally got around to whipping up lunch for themselves, the conversation once more fell into comfortable chatter, the sort of banter that so often filed the house, and while, by the time her appointment arrived, Motes had not yet felt comfortable enough to refer to them as 'Ma' and 'Bee', that welcoming sense of family had returned in force, and she felt once more in her comfortable role as their Dot, their *dóttir*.