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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She laughed. "Of course, it's what I'm good for." She looked over her shoulder and motioned for David to come closer.

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He walked over and cautiously put an arm around her waist, his eyes quizzical as he looked down at her.

Mykayla grinned at him, aware of Scrat's silent tears as he looked at his family, but knowing that he wouldn't mind the others' seeing him. "David, meet Isaiah."

He looked thoughtfully. "Nice."

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Ramada leaned her head on David's shoulder for a moment before tugging on his arm. "Come on. We should leave them to it."

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"I'll see you later," said Mykayla softly as David nodded and turned toward the door, his arm still around Ramada's waist. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back for a moment against Scrat.