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[river_meimei]

River.

Booth. Back against the wall, one leg tucked under her and one knee pulled to her chest. Watching the room. What she sees in it is, as usual, an open question.

The sullen look of a teenager who's not in a particularly good mood, layered with River's tendency to be distracted by empty air.

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[smallestopener]

"Moons are all snowy cos they're white and shiny."

She nods. She saw in a book.

[river_meimei]

"Sometimes," River agrees.

"There's climatic variation. Some are green."

[smallestopener]

"Green? Is the snow green, too?"

Now that sounds like fun!

[river_meimei]

River smiles -- a real smile, this time.

"It should be." Woe that it is not.