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Tam retrieves a ham from the cellar smoke house and start slicing off thick savory slices, all the while instructing Salunia on the small tasks she can do to help. "We need plates and cups, dearling... and some forks I think... can you reach the bread, use the stool if you need to."

Tam is at her side in a flash, crooning a healing song even as he examines her head. "Oooo... that had to smart, princess. Why didn't you hold onto the counter while you reached?" he asks picking her up and moving into the living room. No one is in the rocking chair that he used to use to sooth Kero's bumps and bruises away in, so he sits down and begins to rock her, humming as he wipes her tears.

Corby looks up and trills a query on his pipes. Tam nods and smiles. "Cat man wants to know if you want him to make it go away?" he asks giving her a gentle hug.

"At least he's not calling me kitty puss any more." grumbles Corby coming over and laying a gentle paw on Salunia's back. "Where does it hurt, little one?"

Corby nods and carefully, with gentle fingertips finds the bump. A flinch from Salunia shows him he's located the right spot and he begins to sing a counter harmony to Tam's healing music. The move through the music once... twice... and then on the third time around, there is a sub-audible snap to the music as the magic falls into place.

Salunia's eyes get big and round as she stares up at the neko and Tam has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out loud. Looks like he's lost his little princess... for a time at least. All her attention and hero worship is now directed at the large calico patterned cat like person standing before her.

Corby chuckles, giving Tam and the cub a wink, then he turns tail and returns to his lesson. Salunia watches for a bit, then hops down from Tam's lap, prancing over to sit next to the neko.

"Why you pipe onwy haff nine howles and Kewo's has ten?" She pipes up interrupting them.

"Owwwhhh..." she says falling silent.

They begin again and before they get even through 6 measures she's got another question.

"Yowr pipe sownds wike a birwd... but yowr pipe is lo'war wike...wike a... wike watar...." she decides happy with her comparison.

"Owwhhhhh... she says again. This time she lets them get several bars into the piece when she asks. "Why bowne? Bowne good for chewing.... You chew pipe?"

"Owwwwhhhhh...." she says again with a sigh. She listens for a time and opens her mouth to ask another question.


**I have a little neice who used to do this... ye'd think she was done and she could go on for hours.... twisted **