K'vk'tun: Hammocks

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Ramada stared into the cup of brown beverage that was most definitely not coffee, and then looked over at her small friend, wondering how best to delicately phrase that the stuff tasted like crap and wasn't there anything else to drink. 

She could find no euphemism that was guaranteed not to set Mykayla off (truth be told she was a bit grumpy, and Ramada couldn't blame her given the condition she was in), and so instead turned to her small friend and said:

"Do they put sugar in this?"

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"Yes, but if you wait six days there won't be anything left of you except ... well, you know..."

She then looked at Scrat strangely. "What?"

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He shook his head slightly, attention on timing the contraction.

"I thought so." He went over and took the mug from Mykayla, then gently turned her so that he could lay next to her and rub her lower back. "Shhh, my soul. Soon."

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"'Kay. I'll just sit here and feel generally useless until you tell me what you need me to do, alright?"

Ramada grinned. "And your hot chocolate sucked."

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He lifted his head to look at her with a slight frown. "It did?"

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Her grin became wider. "Yep."

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"This is really getting uncomfortable," said Mykayla, her usual gentle nature showing again now that she knew what was happening. "Can't we go to the tide pool? Floating would feel really good."

Scrat's expression of chagrin faded and he gently kissed her on the forehead and nodded as he stood and gathered her up. "Ramada, will you get a small blanket and my kit?"

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"Mm hm." She launched herself out of the hammock and went to fetch the requested items.