How Green Becomes Wood

"It'd be more like three against one," Cooger chuckled, "Tarot don't actually care about colour, she just goes along with the colours Dark likes 'cause it don't affect her any. With Ivy liking colour, the score is even."
 
"Ah!" Ivy chirped, watching how the colours changed when she squished them together.

"She may end up preferring colour," Cooger chuckled, drawing... something? on the paper with his finger, "Then again, we didn't give her black paint, so she doesn't have the option to choose it."
 
"Hmm, good point, although at the rate she's going, she might figure out how to make black paint on her own," Lex mused. She smiled at Ivy and made an attempt at a snake. It didn't work out well. "I never got to do stuff like this with Toby. It's nice to get to experience these kinds of things briefly."
 
"That's true," Cooger said, working seriously on his whatever-it-was, but he paused to look up at her, "This is the closest I'll come to it, too, but I know it's different for me. I like getting to do this stuff and then give her back."
 
"Yeah," Lex sighed. She made a little swirly. "I don't regret Toby. Never have, not even on the worst, hardest, at the end of my rope day, but I regret how it came about. I lost a lot of time with him, and there's stuff I'll never be able to make up to him. Still, I can't exactly spend my days wishing to turn back time, can I? I've never wanted another kid, not once, but it is nice to play with Ivy or occasionally my nieces and nephews when they were tiny and seeing what kinds of things Toby might have liked to do. I get a glimpse behind the curtain." She smiled up at him. "The giving them back is still the best part."
 
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