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“You open it.”
Pitch quirked an eyebrow at Lark. “It’s got your name on it.”
“Well, still…” She nudged it with her toe, and the box, or rather whatever was in it, thumped in response. “What do you think is in there?” she asked him as she squinted at it.
Pitch shrugged. “Something alive, obviously. Other than that… who knows?”
They both stared at the box, as if expecting it to come alive and start chomping everything in sight. Finally Pitch brightened. “Hey, what if we get Shaur to open it?”
Lark eyed him incredulously. “You don’t know what’s in there, and you’re okay with letting poor Shaur risk herself just because you’re scared?”
Pitch snorted. “I’m not scared. Besides, it’s got your name on it and you won’t open it either.”
Lark grunted noncommittally and returned to eyeing the box. Another minute passed, during which the whatever-it-was inside squeaked and thumped a few more times.
Lark turned back to Pitch. “Do you know where she is?”