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@@ -80,7 +80,7 @@ It giggled and pushed its paws up over her face. "Motes Motes Motes! Look at you
 
 "Absolutely not."
 
-Motes giggled. "No, I was asking what you are working on in general. What are you working on these days?"
+Motes smirked. "No, I was asking what you are working on in general. What are you working on these days?"
 
 "Oh!" They sat up cross-legged, letting Motes do the same. "I got a letter from both of the LVs, and–"
 
@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ Motes nodded. "Tell me about that, then. I do not want mopey Warmth."
 
 "Good!"
 
-Ey giggled. "But! Do you want to taste a *frahabrodåt?*"
+Ey laughed. "But! Do you want to taste a *frahabrodåt?*"
 
 "What the frick is a *frahabrodåt?*"
 
@@ -166,7 +166,7 @@ She laughed, rolling onto her back again. "I know there are lots of people who h
 
 "Oh."
 
-"Yeah," Motes said, sighing. "Like, Sasha was the last straw, sure, but it was also because of all of that."
+"Yeah," Motes said. "Like, Sasha was the last straw, sure, but it was also because of all of that."
 
 Warmth sighed, stretching their arms in front of em. "I know she has not *actually* cut me off, but she might as well have. Her and In Dreams both, with their stanzas."
 
@@ -202,7 +202,7 @@ Ey shrugged. "It would suck, but yeah." It thought for a moment, then shrugged.
 
 "Sorry, Mote." Warmth scooted closer and draped an arm over her front. "I did not mean to rub it in any."
 
-She nodded and tugged Warmth's arm up to own around it. "It is okay, just had not heard it put like that before."
+She nodded and tugged Warmth's arm up to hug her own around it. "It is okay, just had not heard it put like that before."
 
 "Dear got its fair share of getting cast out as it became more and more of a snotty little shit, and some of that rubbed off onto us. I have a fair few people who dislike me because of that."
 
@@ -218,6 +218,6 @@ It grinned, nodded.
 
 Warmth bumped eir nose against hers. "Maybe. I do not know, Mote. Even if the timing does not work, you are probably right that they feel hurt by all that. I am sorry you were also one of their targets."
 
-She sighed, nodded. "Thanks."
+She wilted, nodded. "Thanks."
 
 "Mmhm. Now, come on. Let us lick a battery terminal and eat a passion fruit and see how it stacks up against *frahabrodåt,* and then get some *actual* food."

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@@ -110,7 +110,7 @@ Beholden laughed. "It is all your fault, my dear. The dream probably showed up *
 
 "I guess," she grumbled. "I will try and remember. It felt like it just kind of floated up into my mind a few weeks ago from out of nowhere."
 
-"Remember, yes," A Finger Pointing said, yawning dramatically and leaning harder until she was able to push both of the skunks over onto their sides. She held up a hand as though inviting them to picture a tableau. "I remember the maps of the Holy Land," she bemoaned, quoting from some old production, some old classic. "Colored they were. Very pretty! The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty."
+"Remember, yes," A Finger Pointing said, yawning dramatically and leaning harder until she was able to push both of the skunks over onto their sides. She held up a hand as though inviting them to picture a tableau. "I remember the maps of the Holy Land," she lamented, quoting from some old production, some old classic. "Colored they were. Very pretty! The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty."
 
 Both of the skunks fell into laughter, sprawled awkwardly beneath their down-tree instance on the bed. "That is where we will go, you used to say," Beholden said, keeping up the act. "That is where we will go for our honeymoon."
 

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@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ She did not really know why she played, because she did not really *care* to kno
 
 She did not know why she loved, why she loved A Finger Pointing or Motes. She did not know why she loved so few others. She did not know why she felt such devotion to her boss — "not your boss" the common refrain — and her Dot in a way that she could not muster for anyone else. She never bothered to question why.
 
-She did not know why she rose so quickly to anger. She did not know why she and Motes fought at times. She did not know why she got so mad when she saw Motes die on stage. She did not know why, when she and Slow Hours fought, usually about Motes's various deaths, it hurt so much. She shied away from ever trying to figure out why.
+She did not know why she rose so quickly to anger. She did not know why she and Motes fought at times. She did not know why she got so mad when she saw Motes die on stage. She did not know why, when she and Slow Hours fought — usually about Motes's various deaths — it hurt so much. She shied away from ever trying to figure out why.
 
 She just knew that she played, that she loved, she got stuck in her big feelings.
 

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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*.