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IS THE HIM STILL THERE?

Lilac peeeeeers around the wall before looking back at her sister. YES. THE HUMAN IS TALKING WITH HIM.

WHY DOES SHE DO THIS?

OBVIOUSLY, SHE IS TOO STUPID TO REALIZE. IT IS SAD. BUT WE MUST LOVE HER ANYWAY!

YES. AND TRY AND SHOW HER THE LIGHT.

OR THE WATER. OPPERATION: DRENCHED RAT A LA HIM SHOULD COMMENCE SHORTLY.

SHHHH. THE HUMAN IS COMING!

...LAVENDER! LAVENDER! SHE DID NOT JUST SAY WHAT I THINK SHE JUST SAID.

OH NO YOU DIN'T, HUMAN!

"You really," Lucy says gently, taking them both into her lap, "must try to get along with him, because he is going to be here for the rest of your lives. He's going to be my husband." And while this doesn't really change anything, she had felt it warranted a talk to the twins.

The blank looks she receives make her realize 1) that she's used to the twins looking like they understood her, and 2) that her wording was lacking. "Mate," she offers instead with a slight wince.

...OH SWEET JUMPING ANCESTORS. THEY MIGHT HAVE TINY HUMANS. TINY HUMANS WHO SHE WILL LOVE MORE THAN US.

THIS MUST BE STOPPED! NOW!

"It won't be so bad," Lucy offers, trying not to laugh at the look of horror on both their faces.

YES. IT. WILL.

"You'll get used to it," she promises, kissing them both on the head.

NO WE WON'T!

LILAC?

YES?

I THINK, FOR OPERATION: DRENCHED RAT A LA HUMAN, WE'RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BUCKET NOW.

MUCH. MUCH. BIGGER.

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It's easier, now, in a way. Or something like it.

When she closes her eyes, she doesn't think of it as sleeping any more.

It's more like being totally, completely awake.

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The beach again. No Susan, yet.

But she knows (she knows without questioning how) that Susan will show up in time.

It takes her a moment to realize she's sitting on the sand, and the water's soaking her and rushing around her skirts, and the knowledge makes her laugh as another wave hits her. She turns around, a little, to face the land, and her body serves as a shelter as, without thinking, her hands start to play with the wet sand.

She knows she could never make a castle like this with just her fingers and sand and water.

She does anyway, and as she hears the silent-sound (and somehow she hears it anyway, and that too makes her smile) of footsteps, she's adding the last tiny window, and thinking she can (almost) see a girl through it, sleeping on a bed.

Probably it's just almost, anyway.