At the phrase "human needs", Luna's cheeks blazed scarlet.
A single memory struck her like a hammer, the mortifying instant when she had stood totally bare, every inch of her exposed to both Flaxseed and Jared.
"Since the two of you need some help with, well, men's matters," she whispered so softly the syllables almost died in her throat, "I can help you..."
Flaxseed's pupils glittered like coins in lamplight.
"Really? Marvelous!" His excitement ballooned at once. "Jared, which of us goes first? Rock-paper-scissors? Winner takes the lead, loser waits outside and, I don't know, scrubs the pans afterward?"
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