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"So..."
"Shwo what?" Lincoln mumbles through a swollen cheek.
"Apples, cantaloupes..."
"*Mother*..." Lyra glares daggers at her mom.
"... Melons?" Luna leans back and smirks. "What are we talkin' about here?"
"*MOTHER8!?" Lyra's screeched. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
"What, I just wanna if you're still not Yet a Woman or you're ready for some Tiddies and beer?"