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Thalia tumbled, trimmed, and trumpeted while transacting with their new tools. “Wheeeeeee!!! Any preferences?”
Urania transferred questions from screen to page with a felt tip. “Watercolor pencils. Much tidier. Orderly.”
“I agree… although I think with practice… we’ll find uses for the oil pastels, too. Mixed media.” Calliope peered over Nia’s shoulder. “Whatcha doing?”
“Leveraging our network.”
“That sounds… transactional.” Cal’s wrinkled nose spoke louder than her soft voice and word choice. “Are you making a physical copy of relationship building questions? To ask our caregivers? For building up book 4? We were stumped… asked for help… and it arrived in buckets.”
“Blehhhhhh-ssssss-dddd in re-layyyy-shun-ship!” Tal looked up from the mushrooms. “That’s what we are… connected like mycelium.”
Mushrooms grow in damp places.
That’s why they are shaped like an umbrella.
~ Alphonse Allias