Lake Lewisia #1222

"I like your style," the little imp creature said with a placid smile, while the girl panted on the floor in the midst of her ruined kitchen. By "style," it seemed to mean the way she had flailed and thrashed when confronted with something small and furry raiding her fridge, which had resulted in a lot of smashed mugs and scattered blueberries. "I knew I picked a good spot to stay," it concluded as it made a nest out of tortillas and biodegradable produce bags.

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