Between blinks, Meg saw the last of her friends slip into the woods. Looking back to Thragg’s nervous-yet-hopeful smile, she took his improvised bouquet.
“Oh, what the hell,” the ogress grinned, sniffing simple flowers. “I’ve probably had worse dates!”
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