Flora: Oh, I’m sorry, Trace. I.. Ah… ah….
Trace: Oh, no. You didn’t catch a cold, did you?
Flora: No, I think it’s just the water. It’s freezing, even for me.
Flora: H-hey! You don’t have to carry me again!
Trace: I know…
Trace: But I’d never forgive myself if you got sick.
Flora: I’m surprised you don’t mind the smell of wet fur, Trace.
Trace: Well, now that I think about it… it is pretty bad…
Trace: Ow, ow! Hey, it was a joke! A joke! Watch the claws!
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