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Snake-Boy Loves Sky Prince updated again today:

“Suit yourself,” said Beast Mistress. She sat on the back of a large turtle, pulled her knees up to her chin. “So –” she said. “I’m dying to get to know you. Tell me everything.” She smiled, shrugged, as if trying to imagine a topic of conversation. “Have you ever — oh, I don’t know — seen any other snake-boys in the Clockwork Brownstone?”

Snake-Boy realized that this was the true purpose of this evening’s “jaunt.” He immediately felt defensive on the Great Hunter’s behalf. He couldn’t have said why.

Beast Mistress stood, came onto the balcony with him, leaned against the railing. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I must seem like a gossip.” She indicated the Blue Spark, currently hovering around Snake-Boy’s neck and forehead and eyes and nose. “You know my husband is, among other things, the microgod of White Lies? He knows when you’re trying to be nice about something. He knows when you’re lying to protect a friend.”

She smiled, as though lying to protect a friend were the sweetest thing anybody could ever do.

“I’ve never seen any other snake-boys in the Clockwork Brownstone,” said Snake-Boy, because this was the truth. She did not ask him if he had ever heard any other snake-boys.

Beast Mistress looked at him levelly, seeming to contemplate her tactics thus far.

“You said you were dangerous,” she said. “What do you mean?”

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