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The poem and flowers. Right. That was Copernicus's doing, and he was sort of... regretting it now. But it made Plymouth happy, and Cela looked happy, so it should make him happy as well.
"So you're saying that if you felt the same way about Barry, then it wouldn't have been so bad that he shared how he felt?" Hmmm. Even with Plymouth? "Maybe that makes it worth the effort on his part, then. He didn't know for sure that you just wanted to be friends until he put himself out on a limb. It went badly for him, but it could have gone very well if you felt differently."
He took the scorpion and held it up to his own nose. "You keep a scorpion as a pet? In your shirt?"
"Yes because it would mean that I wouldn't make him sad." Cela explained, "He's been a very nice friend to me and he even tried to be nice to my broth... oh!" Alright... so Cela just figured out
why that might be. She flopped against the wall again, "I don't know anything about this stuff Cope, you know I have theories but," Cela sneezed again and took a moment before continuing, "It's just all of a sudden everything is different. I don't even feel like candy right now."
Possibly that had more to do with feeling a bit under the weather than with anything else.
"I do. He likes it down there, its warm." Cela watched as Cope took Him and let out a little exclamation before digging in her pocket and pulling out a little vial, "If you don't want to get hurt if Him stings you, then you need to take some of this. Three drops." Cela pushed the vial into Cope's other hand. "I want a tarantula too. And maybe a gecko or something like that." She sneezed again and whimpered slightly.