[Barbara watches the slime ooze away, popping out of the track once it gets up the momentum to ooze over the end. Evidently chasing off its rescuers and pelting downhill in the open air has satisfied its rage, and it continues on its way without a backwards look--if--slime turned around to look.
She grins, satisfied with the afternoon's accomplishment.]
Yes. We earn good food.
[Given that this is Celliwig, she doesn't know how easy that will be to find, but dammit, they'll find it.]
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She grins, satisfied with the afternoon's accomplishment.]
Yes. We earn good food.
[Given that this is Celliwig, she doesn't know how easy that will be to find, but dammit, they'll find it.]