‘I’ve an idea,’ he said, ‘but only if it’s not a bother. Ouloo, is it possible to turn off the garden lights?’ ‘Oh, that’s no bother at all,’ she said. As though it were the most casual action in the world, she reached into her belly pouch and pulled out her scrib. Roveg’s frills twitched involuntarily. ‘Do you . . . keep . . . belongings in there?’ he asked. ‘Why not?’ she said. ‘It’s been a long time since it was occupied, and I don’t plan on it being so again. Might as well use it for something.’ Roveg decided to not pursue that line of questioning any further. He recalled using her scrib
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Lol she pulled her phone from her cleavage
