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She grins when Sam fetches the sock back. Even though there was no reason to believe otherwise, it's still a relief to find him as good with Saoirse as he is with his own daughter. Cu drops the piece of wood in Greta's lap, and she picks it up and waggles it enticingly before throwing it for him.

Saoirse seems keen enough on the idea of playing her shell, but she doesn't reach for the shell or otherwise indicate that she's ready to do it right now. Putting it off just a little might be for the best; it would allow her to at least give Sam a little warning about the fairy lights. They're perfectly harmless, but she still wouldn't want to spring them on him.

"Maybe after you're done kicking the ball around, hm?" she asks, brushing Saoirse's hair back. "How does that sound?" Then, lowering her voice a little, she asks, "Do you mind if I tell him about you? It might make things a bit less startling."

Sam can undoubtedly hear every word, but it would be just as obvious that something was up if she drew Saoirse aside to speak to her in private. Regardless, she hasn't given anything away, and she won't if Saoirse doesn't want her to.