<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Faden greatly enjoyed the ride and his new friends. They were easy in their moods and friendship which matched his own demeanor nicely. It was a lot like being at Taawa and it felt like home when he let himself plop down into a pile of cushions. He laughed, the pure innocent fun of it was just; fun! He listened to the entertaining barbs and jests between Vas and Pixie and rolled over onto his belly to take the offered joint. <br/>
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"Ohhh, thank you," he paused only long enough to draw in a deep relaxing toke, hold it, then exhale it slowly, reverently, as he enjoyed the pungeant flavor and scent. "I think you're maneuvering me into the middle of this, Vas. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. "She reminds me of a Sarracenia flower. Beautiful. Colorful. Deadly."<br/>
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He smiled at Pixie as he stretched across Vas to hand her the joint. Once she had taken it, he relaxed back, but remained close to Vas, bringing the circle of smokers closer together.  He looked up at Vas and then Pixie again. "No, you're the ones to be thanked. For letting me come up and sing with you. I love that song. It's my mother's favorite and we used to sing it all the time when I was growing. Another one I really love is Dog and Butterfly. Heart. Do you know that one?"<br/>
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"And what about you, Vas? Do you sing lead ever?"</span></span>