[Absolutely anyone else that tries that would get batted across the street. Now, Maine merely grunts with light amusement, gives her a final bap on the head, and then stands. He considers her with a soft mrr, then glances around, wondering who her owner was.]
[Mace busies himself batting at Lela's tail with little play-growls.]
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[Mace busies himself batting at Lela's tail with little play-growls.]