Narration: Keith-o-Vision
Trace: How’s this, Flora?
Flora: Oh, that feels great. Harder, harder!
Narration: Reality…
Trace: How’s that?
Flora: That’s better. But you can still brush harder. My fur isn’t that fragile.
Flora: Um… Trace… I’ve been wondering.. Do you think of me as just another Keidran?
Trace: What? Of course not. I don’t think of you as a Keidran at all.
Flora: Really?
Trace: But then again, you’re really the only woman I know… I have nothing to compare with.
Flora: Oh… right.
Trace: So… want me to keep brushing?
Flora: Sigh, no, no. I think I’d better—
Trace: Wait…!
Flora: Huh?
Flora: (thoughts) W-what is he… is he going to…?
Page transcript provided by amenon.
