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“Oh my god, I just realized the taters will be at the ding-ding feast. This might be the greatest day of my life.”
My ears feel hot, thinking about how she howled with laughter when she heard me call the new males “taters” instead of “glad-yee-aters.”
After the “taters” incident, I do not repeat any of the human words.
🤣😭
“For what it’s worth, I think it’s cute that you called them ‘taters.’ And the English language is a beast anyhow.” She runs a hand up my arm. “Do you want me to beat her up for you? Only I’m allowed to laugh at the way you mangle words.”
“I would rather you find some bit of gossip and mock her mercilessly with it.” F’lor brightens. “I’ll tell her I’m going to name our kid Anakin if it’s a boy. She’ll shit an absolute brick that I get the name before she does.”
“And…are we going to name our son that?” “Fuck no,” F’lor says. “But she doesn’t need to know that.”
“What are you doing, I’rec?” “I am carrying my ride to her ding-ding feast.” I frown to myself as I stride across the sands. “I am sure I said that wrong. Do not tell Leezh.”
“I remember everything you tell me, my F’lordeliza. No one is more important to me than you.”
B’shit looks over at us, aghast. “Is it that bad? We still have more not-rice. I just…I hope that’s not bad luck.” Against my skin, F’lor sobs. “S’good luck,” she manages between bouts of weeping. “Breaking a dish…good luck.” She tucks herself closer to me, as if she is trying to burrow against my skin. “I’m so happy. Thank you, I’rec. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
