A/N: So far these chapters are practically writing themselves, so enjoy the posting time in between while you can; with me, who knows how long that will last! Now, as you might remember, I asked if anyone had any prompts relating to something they might like to see in this storyline. Daisyangel came up with the promp of a story between Toby and Alisha, and while I don't have the room in this outline to include a whole story, I have definitely included a special moment between the two of them in this chapter.

I feel absolutely terrible that I missed reviews made to the final chapter of my last story when I posted the first chapter of this one, so I'll start with them before including those of you who reviewed my first chapter. A huge sing out in thanks goes to Mandy-muis, HGRHfan35, MissShawnaAlice, Daisyangel (for multiple reviews), JJGeniusFilez (for multiple reviews on some of my earlier works), zhangxinna, Wtiger5 and tannerose5 (for multiple reviews on some of my earlier works).

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WARNING: This chapter is mostly filled with family oriented fluff.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Criminal Minds at all, although they do own me. And the list of those I do own is getting so incredibly long that I am just going to say that I own anyone who does not come directly from Criminal Minds.

Chapter 2 – The Renhwah's

June 2019

"Hi Emily."

"Hey Carrie. Sorry, I can't talk long but I was hoping you could do me a huge favour."

"Sure, anything."

"As you know, Jack was admitted to the hospital yesterday after getting his tonsils out. I'm supposed to be picking him up today but I have children with a stomach bug vomiting all over the place. So apart from the part where I can't get down there to pick him up because Aaron got called in to work for a meeting, I also don't feel right about bringing him home to most likely get sick, especially since it started with one child, spread to all of them and now I'm beginning to feel a little off."

"You should have called me, I could have come over to help you out."

"I honestly didn't think it was that bad, but it got bad very quickly. And considering how quickly it did get bad, I didn't want to call you over to help and send you home with the bug to share with your family. That just didn't seem fair.

"I understand, and say no more. Toby and I will go and pick up Jack, and he can stay with us for a few days if need be. I mean, I'm guessing that you really don't want or need him getting sick so soon?"

"That is certainly true."

Carrie frowned slightly as a thought occurred to her. "I thought having your tonsils out was a same day surgery. Is Jack alright?"

"When he woke up he was vomiting non-stop because the anaesthesia triggered his motion sickness, which necessitated them keeping him overnight to be on the safe side. He's fine today." A faint call reached her ears and Emily groaned. "I have to go. Thank you so much for this."

"It's no problem at all. Take care of yourself."

"Trying to," Emily said quickly before the call cut off.

Carrie put the phone back and went to find her son. Mirkal was at work, Alisha was at a friend's place and Wyatt was in daycare. Only Toby was home with her that day and she had no doubt that he would be thrilled to spend the time with his best friend.

Sure enough, upon hearing the news he whooped with glee and ran to find his shoes. Laughing at his enthusiasm, Carrie found her own shoes and grabbed her wallet and keys. Thinking of something while waiting for Toby to get back downstairs, she quickly called Emily and reminded her to call the hospital and clear it with them for her to pick Jack up. She quickly agreed to do just that and hung up abruptly, leaving Carrie hoping that things would go smoothly downtown.

Half an hour later, she was thinking they might have to wait a while. Jack was sitting on a chair in the waiting room ready to go, but no one at the nurse's station had heard from Emily regarding who her son was going home with. She had tried calling the house, but ended up leaving a message. Not wanting to bother Emily further, she sent Aaron a message and hoped his meeting was either over, hadn't started, or wasn't so important that he couldn't check the phone. She then settled in to wait.

The three of them talked quietly for almost an hour before Carrie's phone rang. Seeing that Aaron was on the line, she answered quickly.

"Hey Aaron. I'm sorry to bother you at work."

"It isn't a problem Carrie. Did Emily get back to you at all?"

"No she didn't. I'm a bit worried, but not unduly so. She sounded terrible, and like she had her hands full when I spoke with her."

"I'm about to leave work, so I'll be home soon to look after all of them. With luck I won't get sick at all, or at least not until they are all well again. Let me talk to whoever I need to so that I can arrange for you to take Jack home. If my word on the phone isn't good enough, I want to know it now so that I can swing past before I head out home."

Carrie took the phone to the charge nurse and waited while they talked. She listened as nurse Raquelle asked a bunch of questions, obviously trying to prove who Aaron was. It amused her to no end that she could easily answer every question the older woman asked, but she appreciated the security involved that protected the 13-year-old teenager she had loved and looked after for so long.

Approval given, Aaron ended the call with her and Carrie signed a bunch of paperwork. Since Toby had lost his tonsils at the age of eight, she knew all about aftercare, but she still took in the information handed to her to ensure that nothing had changed in the intervening years. On the way back home, she took the boys grocery shopping so she could feed Jack soft foods and clear broths. Toby declared that he would eat like Jack in support, so she made a clear chicken soup for lunch and encouraged Jack to eat a slice of bread soaked in the soup and with the crusts cut off. They were still eating when Aaron called to say that Emily had taken ill herself and was very apologetic for not calling the hospital; she simply hadn't been able to stop vomiting long enough.

Reassured that his mum and siblings would be alright, and feeling sleepy now that he'd eaten something, Jack headed to his room to take a nap and Toby went back to the book he had abandoned so enthusiastically several hours earlier.

Early July 2019

"Are you and Carrie doing anything special for Wyatt's second birthday at the end of this month?" Penelope asked Mirkal curiously as they worked side by side to find the information their team needed for the case they were working.

"We're just having a small party, mostly with friends from his daycare centre. We don't want to do anything huge for him because he is still too young to really appreciate it. We might hire a small bouncy castle for the kids to play on, but we were also just thinking about taking…"

Penelope flicked him a quick look as his voice faded, but went back to her work as she recognised that look on his face. Several moments later she had her own information to work. Minutes later they both moved away from the desk, with Mirkal stretching his arms above his head while Penelope found her mug.

"Shall we go grab a coffee now while we can?"

"Good idea. So to finish what I was saying about Wyatt's party, we were also discussing just keeping things simple and taking the whole thing out to the park. Feed the kids and then let them loose on the play equipment and then we don't have to worry about keeping them entertained."

"And it doesn't hurt that you can mostly just relax off to the side with only the occasional intervention when required."

"Exactly right."

October 2019

"Hey Toby, can I talk to you?"

Toby looked up from his schoolwork laid out on the picnic blanket and smiled to see his little sister standing at the edge looking at him uncertainly. "Sure thing butterfly. Shall we go across to the swings?"

Alisha smiled brightly at him and turned to skip across the park. Their mother looked in their direction and he pointed to where they were heading and she smiled and gave him a thumbs up as he followed his bubbly, six-year-old sister to her favourite apparatus. Knowing better than to think they would just talk, he pushed her until she was swinging as high as the swings would allow before he chose the one next to her and enjoyed being a kid again for a little while. But eventually her swinging became less and she started looking closely at him and he knew that it was time for them to talk.

"What's up butterfly? You seem really serious for you."

She smiled slightly, a silent acknowledgement that she agreed with him. But it was another minute before she spoke and he had a sudden desire to be anywhere else but there as her happiness slid off her face.

"You remember when you walked me home from school last week because Mum was sick and Dad was at work? The day aunt Emily picked up Wyatt?"

"I remember. You were telling me about the song your class was learning for the end of year school concert."

"Yes, that day. My friend Becky was there waiting for her mum too and you met her." When he realised that she was waiting for an acknowledgement from him, he made a noise of agreement and she continued. "I saw her the next day and she asked me how you can be my brother but have different coloured skin to me. I told her that we have the same mum but different dads and she asked me how that worked. I told her that I didn't know, it just did."

"Only now you want to know how it works?"

"Well, I kind of don't care, because you are my brother and I am your sister and I know who our parents are. Only she wouldn't stop talking about it. And then one of the other girls in the class came over because she heard what we were talking about and she said that if we don't have the same skin colour then we can't possibly be related. But I don't believe her since she is mean to everyone but now Becky believes her and it didn't matter what I said. She just didn't believe me anymore."

Alisha was crying now, clearly distressed by the conversation, so Toby got off the swing, tugged her gently off of hers and moved them off to the side to sit on the grass. Once there, he pulled her to lean against him and just held her until she calmed down. Once he had wiped up her tears, he hugged her again.

"Does Becky also agree that this unnamed girl is mean?"

Alisha sniffled and nodded. "Becky and I are friends because I stopped the mean girl from teasing her on the first day of school."

"Then you go back to school tomorrow and you remind Becky that this girl is mean, and is just saying that to hurt you. I am your brother through our mother, but even if I was adopted, or you were, we would still be a family. Because a family isn't always related by blood; sometimes their only connection is through the heart and that's okay too. So you go back to that mean girl and you tell her that she doesn't know anything about families. Don't say anything else to her. Just walk up, tell her that, and walk away with your head held high. And just ignore anything else she says because she clearly doesn't know what she is talking about."

"What about Becky?"

"Talk to Becky first. Tell her what we talked about and if she is still unsure when you tell her what I have said, suggest that she talk to her mum about it; I guarantee her mum will set her straight on the true definition of being related and family. Is she still talking about it now?"

"Not really. I mean, after that day, I wouldn't talk about it."

"But you were still thinking about it."

"Uh huh."

"Do you want to know why my dad isn't around anymore?"

Alisha frowned for a moment before shaking her head. "Maybe I will want to know later, but now it is enough to know that you are my brother, regardless of who our dads are."

"Okay butterfly. That is good enough for me too, but if you do ever want to know, I am happy to tell you."

She beamed at him, suddenly a lot happier with her world. "Thanks big brother. I love you."

Toby hugged her tight to him, then tickled her until she was squealing for mercy. "I love you too."

Early December 2019

Toby spotted Jack staring at the bulletin board and walked up to his best friend as curiosity got the best of him, despite the fact that he really needed to get to the library to return his overdue books.

"Whatcha looking at?"

Jack jumped, startled out of whatever he was thinking, and pointed at one of the fliers that had been tacked up. Toby followed with his eyes and saw the flier for the Annual Christmas Dance.

"That's in two weeks."

"Yes it is. And I am standing here reading the fine print down the bottom of the paper and am quietly fuming."

Toby looked where Jack had indicated and read that you couldn't bring anyone to the dance who didn't attend their school. Understanding dawned and Toby patted Jack's shoulder sympathetically.

"That really sucks."

"Yes it does. I know you will be taking Georgie to the dance, which is good cause she's awesome, but I am really going to feel like a third wheel, even though you both try really hard not to make me feel that way."

Toby cleared his throat as his spirits plummeted. "Actually, Georgie leaves with her family at the end of the school week for Minnesota. Apparently her grandma on her mother's side is really, really ill and isn't supposed to live for much longer. So her whole family are heading over there to spend time with her while there is still time left. She won't be back until after the New Year."

"Is that why she was crying when I saw her get into her dad's car yesterday after school?"

"Yes. She found me first thing this morning to tell me about the decision her family had made. She's pretty devastated because they have always been close, so it's going to leave a really big hole in her life."

Jack sighed heavily. "Now I feel terrible for my internal whining over not being able to attend school dances with Ari."

"Don't worry about it too much." They both turned toward the soft voice belonging to Toby's girlfriend Georgie Copeland. Georgie was blond haired and blue eyed and looked like a delicate china doll, though that was a misconception she was happy to propagate, preferring not to call attention to herself. Her looks seriously took away from how very strong she was, as she was taking martial arts lessons and swimming well enough that someone was already watching her with the Olympics in mind for her future. Her personality spoke of a quiet girl with a compassionate heart who was quite happy to leave the limelight to everyone else, though that reserve belied a quietly bright, happy nature that just drew people to her anyway.

"Hey," Toby said softly, holding out his arm to her. She moved to his side and rested her weight against him.

"I am really sorry to hear about your grandmother Georgie."

"Thanks Jack. Considering my mum is the youngest of twelve, and I am the youngest of eight, I guess it was going to happen sometime while I was still young. I just wish that we could all live forever and that I didn't have to go back to my old stomping ground only to have to say goodbye. I mean, I want the time that I can get with her knowing as I do that it isn't much, but I would much rather be here going to the dance with the two of you and having grandma just be alright."

"I can understand that," Jack said softly. "It isn't the same, but I know that dad's job is dangerous and that every time he goes off to work, it could be the last time that I ever say goodbye to him. So I always make sure to give him a hug and tell him I love him. You haven't been able to hug your grandma every day, so that can resound negatively with you, but if you told her how much you love her every time the two of you talked, then at least you can go over there to say goodbye knowing that you did your best to let her know how important she was to you."

Georgie smiled. "I like the way that you look at things Jack Hotchner. Though I haven't met Ari yet, she is a lucky girl to call someone like you her boyfriend; I have no doubt that you will never give her cause to doubt how special she is to you."

Jack blushed scarlet and mumbled something that might have been a thank you as he walked off with a wave. Toby laughed and Georgie giggled softly as she fell into step with him.

"Off to the library? Haven't you been trying to return those books all morning?"

"Yes, I have. And I may need to keep trying if I don't hurry."

She smiled up at him. "I'll hurry with you."

Mid-December 2019

"Do you get the feeling that it is the end of the world that they aren't attending this dance with their girls?" Emily asked Carrie in an amused tone of voice as they watched the boys in their suits line up for photos. As they watched, Toby murmured something in Jack's ear and suddenly the boys were grinning from ear to ear. They might even have pulled it off if not for the unhappiness still lurking in their eyes.

Carrie sighed softly. "We know tonight isn't going to be perfect for either of you. But you are going to be there with your friends, so at least try to have some fun. If not for them, then so that your girls don't feel guilty for not being with you when they hear all about it later."

"Nice one," Emily breathed softly.

Carrie acknowledged it with the slightest of quirks to her lips as she lifted her camera. Emily moved her own into position and ten minutes later, they waved goodbye as the boys got on the school bus that was running for that night only to ensure that all the children safely made it to and from the dance.

"I've been thinking about this, ever since Toby mentioned Georgie wasn't going to be here," Carrie said as they walked inside to the kitchen. Pouring a glass of wine for the both of them, she gestured them into the living room. "I heard that Arianna was also upset about not going to her school's end of year dance with Jack, and Gavin had fallen for a girl at another school as well after he met her at a track meet."

"So what's the solution?" Emily asked curiously.

"That's simple; we throw our own end of year dance."

"What a brilliant idea! Would the dance be for all the kids in the extended family?"

"No. I was thinking it should just be for the kids ten years and older. That way the target group likes similar types of music, bands and singers. No younger kids to tease them if guys dance with girls, and much easier for us to keep an eye on everyone."

"If you are inviting Henry, you'll need to include Danielle also."

Carrie looked surprised. "Are they getting that serious so soon?"

Emily laughed. "Not at all. But they do like each other, and considering Danielle was uninvited to every school dance throughout her schooling because she was just too young, it might be nice to give her that experience if she would like it. Where and when would you hold this dance?"

"I was thinking we could actually host the dance on New Year's Eve, from about seven to ten in the evening. Then we can all join in the usual family celebrations at your place. And since the youngest two will be over at your place already, I was thinking we could have it here. I am happy to host it on my own if you would prefer to be at yours what with everyone being over there, but if you want to help me supervise this thing, I would love a wing-woman."

"I'll need to check with Aaron, but barring any insurmountable objections, I would love to be your wing-woman. Shall we issue official invitations?"

Carrie grinned. "Let me go get my game plan.

New Year's Eve

Toby walked to the front door and opened it to find Georgie on the doorstep in a really pretty red dress and her normally straight hair in curls. He was still standing there looking at her admiringly when his mother joined them.

"Hi Georgie," she said with a warm smile as they embraced. "I was so sorry to hear about your grandma.

"Thanks Carrie. When Toby told me what you had planned for today, I was so very happy; I hated missing the dance at school. And since this will be the first happy event since the funeral, I have been really looking forward to it."

"I'm glad it was so well received by all the kids, and that it will help you to move forward. Now, when Toby remembers his manners and compliments you on how beautiful you look, because you do look beautiful, he'll take you inside to show you the setup. I'm going to have a quick word with your dad about tonight, since I am guessing he is still here for that reason."

Georgie blushed and giggled. "If the look on his face is for real, I think he likes how I look tonight. And I will start with the compliments since he appears to have swallowed his tongue." Carrie winked at her and headed out to the car, leaving the teenagers staring at each other. "You really do look very dashing Toby."

He blinked rapidly for a moment and then cleared his throat. "You do look absolutely gorgeous Georgie. And I'm really sorry about your grandma too."

Her shy smile turned sad briefly before brightening. "Thanks Toby. I really appreciated your skype call the day of the funeral; it really helped to know that I wasn't alone even though I was surrounded by family."

He shrugged, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I admit that dad was the reason I actually called; I was going to wait until the day after. But he lost his grandad before leaving India and he remembered being surrounded by his massive family and being so very alone because everyone was so focused on their grief that they forgot each other. He told me this and pointed out that the situation was similar enough that you might welcome the call."

"Well shall we go find him so that I can thank him for his wisdom?"

Toby smiled and nodded, holding out his arm to her. "We shall." A car pulled up out front as she placed her hand at his elbow. They both watched as Jack got out of the back and waved. They waved back as Jack was joined by Arianna and Emily and they all walked up the front path to where they stood. Like Carrie, Emily was dressed nicely, though they had both gone a slightly less dressy route than the teenagers were. Arianna on the other hand, was dressed in blue, with her slightly wavy ash-blonde hair pinned up in an elaborate design on the back of her head.

Toby moved to hug Jack and Ari, then moved on to Emily as Jack introduced his girlfriend to Georgie. The two teens immediately compared dresses and hair styles before the four of them disappeared inside. Emily headed over to where Carrie was talking with Georgie's dad and introduced herself, glad that he was still there since Georgie would be spending the night at her place for the first time. By the time Georgie's dad reversed out of the drive, content that his daughter was welcome and would be well cared for at what sounded like a massive family gathering, Mirkal was herding Wyatt and Alisha out the door. They bade each other to stay out of trouble and then as they drove off, Carrie and Emily went inside to get the last of the party set up before the rest of the young people arrived.

New Year's Day (Barely)

JJ and Will stood with Carrie and Mirkal watching the young people talk. The fireworks had just finished and the younger children were all snoozing in their various sleeping bags, but the older ones were still awake, no doubt buzzing from the dance that had occurred earlier in the evening.

"I heard that Henry and Danielle danced a lot tonight," JJ commented.

"They had their first dance with each other, which was utterly adorable because they were both really awkward, but they didn't dance together as much as some of the others. They did talk a lot though," Carrie explained. "Every time I looked over, the conversation was as animated as it is now. The others spent some time with them, but I think because Henry and Danielle are younger, and because they were struggling to keep up with Danielle's mind, they usually drifted away pretty quickly."

"Are you sayin' that Henry wasn't havin' the same problem?"

"Not to the same degree. I think because he talks with her more than just about anyone else that he has gotten good at following along with her thoughts. Then too, I listened to part of their conversation and I could be wrong, but I think Henry might be smarter than everyone gives him credit for. Because it sounded like he was keeping up with her just fine."

JJ and Will exchanged a look before JJ spoke. "It isn't a known fact, because the decision is ultimately Henry's, but they are talking about him skipping ahead. He's currently half way through year six; if he says yes, they'll put him in year eight for the rest of the year. If he struggles with that, he'll end up doing some summer studies in year seven work and he'll go into year eight after the summer. If he excels as well as they think he will, he'll start year nine after the summer, and possibly slide straight into year ten after the Christmas/New Year break."

"So he's really smart, just not quite at Danielle's level."

"Exactly. His IQ is currently hovering around the 145 range."

Carrie looked across to where the two youngsters were talking animatedly and whistled quietly. "No wonder they became friends."

"Exactly," JJ repeatedly as Emily walked in and suggested that everyone start changing for bed.

Carrie pushed away from the wall to check on Alisha and Wyatt, finding both snoozing happily in their sleeping bags in the living room and on the floor of their room respectively. She smiled at Mirkal, who was getting ready for bed himself, then walked back out to help Emily supervise as the house slowly settled down. They left the older children with warnings not to talk too long and after checking on the children who were now allowed to sleep unsupervised in the living room, they parted with a hug at the top of the stairs.

A few minutes after that, Carrie slid into bed beside Mirkal and they indulged in few long, slow kisses as the last of the noises in the house settled into quiet.

"It was nice to actually spend some time with Georgie this evening and get to know her. Our first meeting was pretty hasty considering I was rushing out the door for work at the time."

"What do you make of her?" she asked softly as she feathered her fingers through his hair.

"I think she is one of those genuinely beautiful people and not just on the outside, and I really hope they can go the distance, because Toby is so completely sweet on her that I can see his heart shattering if they break up for any reason."

"Mmm, I picked up on both of those points myself. She's reasonably quiet, very respectful and eager to help out. Emily and I had to keep shooing her back to Toby at the dance because she kept coming over to see if she could help. She seemed almost uncomfortable with the idea that the event was for her and the others and she didn't need to do anything to contribute in order to be a part of it."

"You know she's the youngest of eight right?" When Carrie affirmed this, Mirkal continued. "She's probably used to having chores and pitching in to help out in the running of the house, even though there is no one younger for her to care for. Which is a shame, because she was a natural with the youngsters."

Carrie laughed softly. "I just remembered, I overheard that she is going to teach some of the kids some martial arts moves tomorrow. Want to bet with me on how many of them want to take classes once she is done with them?"

New Year's Day 2020

The effort it took not to laugh at the concentration on the faces of the kids trying to coordinate their bodies in the simple moves that Georgie was trying to teach those who wanted to give martial arts a try was huge. Only a few of the children had said no to Georgie's offer; the rest were all ranged outside from shortest to tallest with Georgie standing at the front. She would demonstrate the move, and then move through the group as they repeated the move, correcting stances and doling out soft encouragements and compliments.

And because everyone was so very serious about trying as hard as they could to get it right, the adults had decided it was hands down the most entertaining thing they had seen in ages.

Early March 2020

"Toby, when I growed up, can I be a fireman?"

Toby looked up from the book he was reading and tried hard not to laugh. Wyatt was dressed in his bright yellow rain boots and raincoat, his obviously dressy black pants, and was wearing his Fireman Sam novelty 'protective' hat. What's more, he was trailing the garden hose which was thankfully not dripping with water but which was definitely leaving dirt in places.

Once he was sure he wouldn't laugh if he opened his mouth, he nodded his head solemnly. "Absolutely Wyatt. You can be whatever you like when you grow up."

Wyatt dropped the hose and climbed up beside his adored older brother. The noise of a bunch of little girls watching a movie in the family room was a background to the sounds his parents made in the kitchen as they cooked several of Alisha's favourite dishes in honour of her birthday. They had all been present at the party held at the park earlier in the day along with quite a few others. Now he got to be absent from the pinkness as she enjoyed a sleepover with her closest five friends. Wyatt had been in there as well despite her initial protests, and he wondered when his little brother had bailed and how long he had been working to put together his 'uniform'…and if he had been doing anything else while his parents were in the kitchen and he was distracted with his English reading assignment.

"What are you going to be when you growed up?"

Toby smiled and cuddled Wyatt close to him. "I'm not really sure yet, but maybe I'll do something with money, because I really like numbers."

"Ooh, I like numbers too. One, two, uh, um, four…"

Toby laughed softly. "Sounds like you're really getting the hang of that counting, though you missed three in between the two and the four." When Wyatt looked at him blankly, Toby smiled. "Let's count together, shall we?"

Wyatt nodded eagerly and watched him closely.

"One."

"One."

"Two."

"Two."

He got Wyatt all the way up to ten and then listened to his baby brother try to remember everything he had just said, his excitement when he got to ten evident.

"Yay! I counts to ten Toby, did you hear me?"

Toby grinned. "I did hear you, you were awesome!"

Wyatt bounced excitedly. "Maybe I no be fireman. Maybe I be numbers too!" And he slithered off the couch, gathered up his hose, and skipped off counting up to ten over and over again.

Toby indulged in a deep laugh, noted the conversation to repeat to his parents later, and returned to the far less engrossing story of the samurai in his book.

Same Day

"Did we really get an invitation to a child's birthday party two months early?" Mirkal asked curiously as he carefully added spices to the curry he was making, well aware that while his family loved it with a lot of heat, the other girls might not enjoy it quite so much.

Carrie laughed. "You know Austin. She plans everything in advance. Combine that with Reid's need to organise everything into patterns and you get a super-early invitation to the party of the century."

Mirkal snorted. "They're turning one. They aren't going to remember any of it."

"Ah, but I heard Austin has booked a photographer for the day who will also be professionally filming the birthday cake, song and blowing out of the first candles. So there will be plenty of evidence to build stories around as they grow up. And now you will be wondering about how three one-year-old girls will know to blow out the candles, am I right?" Mirkal nodded, a fascinated look on his face. "Austin and Reid have both been training them to blow on command."

Mirkal roared with laughter as Carrie joined him.

End

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