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At another time, a little later than the first time, the Cooper farm finds itself presented with yet another carload of newcomers.

At least these don't apparently plan to stay -- and certainly wouldn't seem to have close bonds, the way they're all three bitching at each other, or the way the car doors slam in order as they get out and immediately stalk in different directions.

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"The coolest," Steph agrees fondly. Loo giggles and blows a smoke-ring at Jo, thrilled by the praise.

Jo reached out her hand. Her cookie and hand went through mostly through the center the ring, but broke up some of the edge as well.

"You definitely have entertaining down, Loo."

"She's great. You should see her playing with the baby kraken." Steph grins. "You gonna hang around long?"

"I'm only waitin' on my ride now."

Jo gave her an odd look.

"You let her play with a Kracken?"

"'pots!" Loo exclaims excitedly, wriggling all around again like a tiny caterpillar to try to climb over Steph's shoulder towards the window that faces the kraken pool. "'pot!"

"You should hear them both scream when we tried to stop them," Steph says, wrinkling her nose. "He's cute, though. And hasn't tried to eat anything but my shoe yet -- he doesn't have any teeth or anything."

Jo looks begrudgingly amused, more by Loo's giddy tone than Steph very sane sounding explanations. Eyebrow raised, she reached out a hand turning it back and forth ever so slightly.

"Any relation to Mr. Julia?"

"Mr Julia?" Steph repeats blankly. "Uh ... maybe. I don't know who that is."

Jo smiled, in a distant fashion, first time since walking in. She wasn't surprised and her smile said so, but it wasn't disappointing either.

"An octopus in one of my last stops, lived in a lake and befriended one of the little girls there to the point of being 'very best friends.'"

"...of course," Steph says, giggling. "I knew that.

"What world was that on?"

"Wasn't a world so much," Jo said, eying the cookie plate. "Just a bar, with lots of looped land, situated at the end of the universe."

Even if just a bar seems to keep the wisp of smile present.

"Ooh, I think I know someone who lived on that one. Or one like it. Her name's Angela Edmunds, she's around here somewhere. Did you know her?"

Jo didn't consider it, not entirely, just gave a small shrug.

"Name sounds familiar. I might have seen her while I was tending bar there."

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