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The sorts of games she was thinking of were the ones that they had started out with as kids, and the ones that Andromeda had always excelled at. But as they had gotten older, mom had added a bit to their games and done so in a way to foster discussion. Dad had enjoyed the shift as well, even though he grumbled at first about it all. "Yeah...like...someone will give a page number and everyone flips to it. Then we read the words and definitions and write down all the words we feel encompassed the adjective of the moment. A lot of the time it was a search for words we felt carried positive meaning...and then we would share and discuss. Mum and dad said it encouraged us learn about other perspectives." Atlas mostly liked the debating that every round ultimately ended up in.
Apparently that competitive nature was something else they maybe had in common especially since Atlas technically was the youngest sibling too. He still wasn't sure she was connecting the dots, but the conclusion she came to from all of it would suffice well enough. "Yeah. And while you are making sure they don't try to attack your feet...you gotta watch out for when they weave through your legs too. Trying to murder you by making you trip over them, like some sort of freak accident."
He nodded a bit, recalling something else he had heard or read somewhere...which meant he was blurting out some version of it right away. "And no one likes a try-hard," he nodded sagely. "That kneazles maybe is looking at you and thinking you're putting way too much effort into a thing that isn't you...or can sense its more for your own gratification rather than its own... and sees right through it."
There was a lecture in there of some variety from dad. Atlas couldn't really remember. He tended to tune things out once dad got going.
"Uh...no..." And, actually, now he could not remember why he came down here in the first place. "My familiar has eight legs...and I think I had come down here to find Professor Williamson but I can't remember why now." Oh well.
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