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“A runner up of sorts”

“Dark blue”

“The color of a dark sea? I’ll accept that”

He save you two, noant two”

“That’s easy, and you’ll see that mine are valid Green and purple”

“Favorite food?”

Our path veers rightward, running flat as we traverse the peak’s significant width Frost glea-dappled valley, we can see the ocean stretching on for eons

“That’s a bit of a tough call Perhaps a York Pepper I eat consistently As well as apples, I suppose And yourself?”

I feel a treuess maybe tacos”

“We don’t eat that here really”

He blinks down at me “Someday”

“What does that mean…someday?”

“Soet tacos”

I laugh “You can’t land a plane here There’s no air strip”

“Not all planes need landing strips”