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October 6 - October 10, 2020
“I’m saying . . . if you guys are up for it, I want the full Fitzphie experience! Dig around my head, stare into each other’s eyes—whatever you need to do to figure out what Mommy Dearest is hiding from me.”
. . . you’ve seen how cute she is, right?” Keefe asked. Sophie flung a pillow at his head. Or, she tried to. Throwing with her left arm was much harder than she’d expected, and . . . She ended up nailing Magnate Leto in the face. Keefe doubled over, clutching his sides and gasping between choking laughs: “THAT . . . WAS . . . THE . . . GREATEST . . . THING . . . I’VE . . . EVER . . . SEEN!” “IT WAS!” Ro agreed, nearly collapsing to the floor in a fit of giggles. Fitz and Elwin were cracking up too—though they at least tried to cover it with coughs. Sophie slunk down under her covers. “Sorry.”
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“Bo and Ro 4 Eva?” Keefe guessed, because he clearly had a death wish.
“The reception hall,” Fitz said, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. She couldn’t help giggling. “Your house has a reception hall. Of course it does.” He grinned. “It’s not that weird. Lots of houses have them.” “Mine doesn’t.” “It used to. What do you think your bedroom used to be?” Sophie’s jaw fell open.
Councillor Emery sighed. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” “I’m pretty sure that’s my job,” Sophie countered. “As the moonlark?” Councillor Alina asked with a notable scoff in her voice. Sophie smiled sweetly at her. “As a teenager.” Bo made a choked sound that might’ve been a laugh.
“If Fitzphie can do it, anyone can!”
“Uh, I’m thinking you’re Mr. and Mrs. Bo-Ro,”

