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jeriendhalTerinu realized coming to Beta Colony's famous Orb was a mistake the third time that Look came over Joleen's face, her eyes crossing as she read through the Orb's Consent & Preferences contract. Reading through their copies beside her in the waiting lounge, Gwen had spent most of her time blushing and giggling, while Matt gamely went through the check boxes, his face gradually growing deeper and deeper shades of red. It hadn't helped in the latter's case that he'd had to read everything out loud on Terinu's form for the ferin's benefit.
"Matthew," she started to ask. "What does this mean...?" She pointed to her form.
Matt leaned over, read the question, and then asked, "You really don't know?"
"I thought it was something you used in the kitchen!"
Gwen looked herself and snorted back another giggle. "Depends on what you're trying to cook up..."
"Matthew," she started to ask. "What does this mean...?" She pointed to her form.
Matt leaned over, read the question, and then asked, "You really don't know?"
"I thought it was something you used in the kitchen!"
Gwen looked herself and snorted back another giggle. "Depends on what you're trying to cook up..."
