Daphne couldn't hold back the laugh that this image brought out. "I guess we can skip the Mak Pagh. There's a nice steak house called Houston's that is pretty good. They serve all kinds of grilled foods."
"That sssoundss wonderrrful!" she said, and began softly purring as she gestured forward. "Pleassse, lead on!" SHe was positively excited at the thought of real food.
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As they walked, Tr'Lawsh yawned, a jaw-cracking thing that would have split the face of a human. "Parrrdon me," she said, looking apologetic. "I've had little sssleep, and dealing with thossse crrreaturress isss verrry wearrring." Again, it seemed like she was actually waiting for Daphne to forgive her.
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"Ssso tell me, arrre you happy with yourrr new asssignment?" Tr'Lawsh knew better than to ask about Daphne's previous operations.
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