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This time Isokla smiled sweetly, "Why, don't be silly, sweetie," her smile widened, taking on a sickly sweet note, and it seemed for as long as Nivram intended to call her 'mummy', she would name him 'sweetie', "Why would I waste such a nice fishy? No my dear, I shall marinade it and then serve it to you all." her eyes narrowed so slightly it was hard to see, "Raw."
Her smile returned, "You know, in some parts of the world, it's considered a delicacy. Trust me, it's quite safe if managed properly." She gave Nivram a long look, "I hope you intend to dry out, sweetie. I wouldn't want to see you catch a chill. Your nose will drip and you'll get ill and then I'll have to tend to you, and really, it could all be avoided by staying warm." Her tone was parental and quite sincere, mostly.
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