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He blinked. He really had no idea what she was talking about. Partners. For others. In the search of happiness. Was she a facilitator like he was? Did she deliver dreams, too?

"I don't understand. Can you explain it to me, in greater detail, what exactly do you mean? And I'm glad you like them. Eat up. I have plenty more where those came from." It was a dark promise.

"Oh" he said, comprehension dawning. "OH!" he stated much louder. "So you're a matchmaker!!! I, too, uh, make deliveries and help others find happiness. I help them follow or find their dreams." Okay, the last bit he was being snarky, but he felt good for understanding the doe. Munching, he bit thoughtfully.

"And so you were on the lookout for pairs before you chanced upon my area?"

"Oh no, he is quite sick. Who else would make salads for capable kimeti? Look at how puny and see through his wings are!" With that he left her alone to go into the cave but not before yanking some vines from a nearby boulder workbench. After several minutes he returned with a lightly glowing mushroom attached to a necklace he fastened with his teeth and tongue. Details, they weren't important.

Presenting it to her, he stated, "This is a good luck charm. Also, should you find yourself in dark areas, this will glow lightly. But even after it has lost its glow, it'll still bring you luck. Do not eat it or let your matchmaking friend eat it either."

He knew exactly what she was angling for so with a big smile he was all too happy to oblige. "Come here, Mold. Sweet BIte wants you to put this on her." Dutifully, the long suffering dragon flies over and makes to take both ends of a vine but Foam Flux holds onto the second end. Together they wrap it around Sweet Bite with him finishing the knot with his teeth. There. Perfect.

"I hope this brings you many luck on your matchmaking. If they need any help getting in the mood, I might have something that can help." And more to himself, he muses out loud, "Hmm, a mate. Been a while since I've seen or had one of those."

"Of course, of course," he assures her. "Feel free to come back anytime. My garden's not so great in Winter but Summer and Autumn it reigns supreme." Not that he would admit it but he enjoyed her easy, carefree company. More importantly, she had a talent she excelled at and wasn't one of those mushroom obsessed and addle brained kin he seemed to attract. For better or worse, Mold was very efficient at border patrol. They did not tolerate theft very well which was why he was so careful and insistent that Sweet Bite not eat everything she saw. For he mixed in poisonous shrooms with the edible ones.

"My garden is always welcome to you and your foxbun."

Nodding his okay, Foam Flux went about finishing his mushrooms, remembering he hadn't eaten all day. A lucky coincidence they met then. He had gone on many a days without eating before, buried in his own work.

Mold flew in a pouting manner, but acquiesced. He flew back with some edible purple berries this time. Sweet things for dessert.

"These are edible. I forget what they're called. Raspberries or some sort. Oh, I know. I could tell a story, would you like that?"

A foxbun hungry? He shook his head gently. They were ravenous things. Always getting into everything and everywhere. Mold, however, was very much a fastidious eater. He didn't have to worry about his selling crop going missing. But he was stalling. A mate. Been a while since he had those. The landscape of the swamp had greatly changed, there was a flood, freeze over, fire and then the kiokote, acha, totoma and zikwa emerged. He was getting long in the tooth but age was just a number and he was spry as ever.

But a mate.. He wondered how his family was doing. Last he heard Shadow Play had ventured out into the plains and met some kiokote. Fissure was doing her thing hanging out with the achas. The others seemed to take explorative interest from his side.

"Yes, I guess I am looking for a mate." he finally answered Sweet Bite.

Now where was Mold when he needed a distraction. He almost willed Sweet Bite's foxbun to start attacking his glorious caps and gills. It wasn't that he was caught offguard. He was just reticent when it came to information about himself. The doe did have a way that illicit more info out of him than any other kin prior. But he was stalling and soon she would notice so in the upmost casual way he responded that yes, yes he was looking for a mate.

"Yes, I guess one would do." Except he came off as a jackass so he quickly clarified, "I am looking for good company and conversations is all. For all Mold's greatness, he's not much for talking and I can't interpret all his flight patterns." An attempt at self-deprecating humor, just anything to deflect his crass response from earlier. Ahhhh, was he becoming tongue tied? He quickly eyed the salads for a possible culprit. Nope, no magical mushrooms in there.