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“Does it become heart dust at that point?” Timsy teased. “Because I could think of a few good things I could do with heart dust.” She laughed. “To bad. I would call it…being a good egg. How about that? Not so bad, hmm?” She paused and wrinkled her nose. “It’s the hair, right? Can’t really hide with red hair.” She quickly stuck her hand out. “Deal. You can’t use them on me, but…I guess sometimes you can tell me them. So that I can laugh at you, of course.”Â
“Oh you’ve definitely reduced it to dust,” Eugene teased back, before furrowing his brows. “Do I even want to know what you’d do with heart dust?” He asked, slightly concerned. “An egg? Why am I an egg? But yeah, your hair is definitely fairly noticeable, but it’s cute.” Shrugging, Eugene grinned as she stuck her hand out, taking it and shaking it. “Oh of course, I’ll only tell you them if you so desire,”










