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“Sugar and spice?!” Asari snorts. “And dog tails? Really?”
“Really.” Marian hitches her robes up a little, shifting position on the cushioned stool she’s currently resting on. “What do you tell your imekari, then, when they ask where babies come from?”
“I should inform you that the qunlok houses both imekari and pregnant qunaran in close proximity. Trust me, banisera, they know.”