Storm quirks an eyebrow. "Dance... Fatigue...?"

She shakes her head and sighs. "Sure. Sure. That's it exactly. Has nothing to do with the..."

She sighs again. Then lifts her mug to her lips and drinks. When she lowers it to the counter again, she stares into the mug. Then she takes in a sharp breath and turns back to look at Thrixel.

"So, you came for a dance? And something about seven squirrels?" She rubs her forehead with her thumb. "So..." She presses her lips together and hums for a second. "Nope. Can't say that." She blows out a breath. "So, are you looking for someone or something?"

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