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Qibli: Say, Winter, isn't it hot today? *Waves tail barb* Stinging hot, if you will. It's like poison is running through your veins, its so hot.

Winter: Stop. That pun didn't even work.

Moon: Oh Qibli, you know Winter so well. How'd you know he'd hate it outside?

Winter: What-

Moon: It's almost like you're... reading his mind.

Winter: No. Moon. That one was even worse. Stop it.

Turtle: You know, I don't mind the heat. The hot air makes mirages appear. They look kinda... magical. 

Winter: *Growls* Stop.

Peril: You know, Qibli, I wouldn't say it was STINGING hot... it's so hot outside I feel like... like my scales are burning off.

Winter:

Winter: ...

Winter: Okay that was just cold.

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