[She moves her finger along it until it seems like Carl has matched up with the path of her hand, then lowers it. There’s a faint trace of a smile on her face.]
You want to name it?
[They might as well. The elders can call it whatever they want, but this could be theirs.]
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[She moves her finger along it until it seems like Carl has matched up with the path of her hand, then lowers it. There’s a faint trace of a smile on her face.]
You want to name it?
[They might as well. The elders can call it whatever they want, but this could be theirs.]