Frances opened the door and offered Martin the mason jar in her hand, the blue sprite banging against it. "This is your, I believe, Pip," she replied and stepped out of the way for him to come in. "It found our war hound's fur most fascinating and was driving it up a wall." She waved to int the media room where the wolf hound had its claimed couch all to itself.
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