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Mystique stretched and then noticed that Fiona was practically on top of her with a doll pressing into Mystique's side. She brushed Fioan's hair out of the way then kissed her forehead.
"I think that we need to get up. Neither one of us had any dinner last night. Are you hungry?"

"I guess so......" Mystique answered in a sleepy voice.