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Jarvis leaned into Summer’s room, far enough to set a copper chain down on the nearest surface, without really intruding. He held Boris under his other arm, the thwarted otter hanging despondently in his grasp, save for an occasional wiggle.

Doc peered from around the edge of the door, eyes huge and ears perked forward, then tipped her head inquisitively to the side. She opened her mouth and emitted what could only be called a squeak, before scampering halfway across the room to wash her rear leg very firmly.