“The egg?” “Potato is fine! Look!” Remy scrambled off the couch and disappeared into the Kid’s bedroom. A few moments later she came stumbling back, the egg looking comically large in her arms and the charmed blanket dragging dangerously near her feet. She set it carefully on the opposite side of the couch before crawling up to sit beside it. “He’s very happy and comfy! He said the trip was kind of bumpy and he didn’t like it, but his blanket is really warm and he’s glad to be home!” I frowned at the girl, brain still slogging along in an attempt to register her words in a way that made sense.
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