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[peasant]

Scandalous.
Sorry, I claimed middle first. I like the middle. ( shocking no one, ever. ) But you have long arms. You can reach.

Really? And you've witnessed him make a woeful, useless cake?
Surely there's no such thing.

[preborns]

Hmph. Well, you have to roll over sometimes so I can be little spoon. I like the way your hair smells.

Oh yes. The tales of Muad'Dib's woeful cakes are sang in sietch and city. And you can tell him I said so.

[peasant]

I know. You get your drool in it. I have to brush it out in the morning.

Interesting.
He said your cakes are made from sand, and they taste of it, too.

[preborns]

I could brush it, if you'd like. Braid some nice things into it. [Like feathers or bones or a handful of grass she dug out from under the snow.]

And his taste like stinky boy cake.