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A moment later, the door swings open. "Tag, Frohrer! You won't believe what Gretel said to me today, ti was like 'I bet you're not even a Rekitzchen, you're some kind of freaky hybrid,' - well, okay, that's not EXACTLY what ti said but that's BASICALLY what ti said - and I didn't tell the teacher because like I didn't want to start anything and only deerlets tattle but I got so mad, because like it's not my fault that -"
The young deerling suddenly breaks off when fi notices the guests in fir sitting room. "Oh. Hi. Are you relatives?"
Lutzi smirks at fir. "I am, fi's not. I'm Lutzi, I'm your Traurer's cousin."
"Uhm..." You wave nervously. You sense only curiosity from fir, but you still feel ... sort of like you don't belong here. "I, uh, I know one of your Eltern's siblings..."
"Which one?"
"Fritzi, from Ahornblatt."
"Oh, NEAT!" Fi suddenly bounds forward, prancing around your chair. "Did fi send anything?"
"Mina, don't be rude," fir Frohrer cautions quietly - but despite fir words, fi has an indulgent smile on fir face. "At least sit down first."
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