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"Always good to ask." She chuckled, leaning in to kiss her, slow and sweet on the lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." And she might have been preening a bit; proud of herself for her stellar performance and the obvious lasting impression she left on Meryl. Night Sky slowly loosened her grip from her hand and moved to settle beside her, searching for the blanket she mentioned earlier so she could drape it over Meryl's bare lower half. "You're cute."