My Pudding!

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Halfway down the beach, we passed the two old codgers that who'd been playing in the lava. One pummeled the other with an ankh and warbled, "It's my pudding! My pudding!"

"Oh dear," Tawaret said. "Fire-embraced and Hot Foot are at it again."

I choked back a laugh. "Hot foot? What sort of godly name is that?"

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