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[ lance, in turn, beams under her praise, puffing his chest out proudly like he'd just won some kinda contest. (the contest is: see how much validation you can get, and his only competition is his own occasional crippling self-doubt.) ]

Thanks, You! I was inspired by some old friends. [ ohno he hopes they're sleeping peacefully in stasis somewhere... ]

What'cha cooking up now? It smells real good.