How Green Becomes Wood

Dark looked curiously at the coveralls with Xander, remarking that he wasn't sure if Cooger would like them or not. When he said he wasn't sure if he'd like them either, Daizi laughed and said, "Goosetopher Mongoosetopher Dark, you cannot wear a pair of coveralls."
 
"That's what I'm saying!" Daizi replied.

"I did not say I wanted them, only that I was not sure if they would be comfortable."

"It'd be so silly, Goose," Daizi teased, hugging him from behind, "Like a goth train conductor whose clothes were shrunk in the wash."
 
"Well, he has his yashmagh on, so his hair is covered," Dark replied, stepping out of the tent stood at his full height to try and spot his son, "He is going to be so sunburnt when we find him."

Frowning in concern, Daizi took out her phone to try to call Alec... but hung up when the phone started ringing inside of the stroller. "Why does he even have a phone?" She asked blandly.
 
The man smiled and nodded, looking a little confused but accepting the apology.

"That's a good idea. Maybe one of those rock stalls?" Xander suggested. He hopped back toward one of the last sparkly stalls they passed and soon returned. "Found a great scrunchy for Sloan, but no Alec."
 
"He'll be looking for us, too, I bet," Xander said. "As long as one of you two make sure you stay where you should be visible, he'll be able to see us." He was a little worried for his brother, but not overly. Alec was a big boy. He could take care of himself. Probably. He took Daizi's sleeve and led her to where the stall was selling an assortment of scarf belts with metal rounds sewn on. When shaken, they made a jingling sound or clanging if shaken too hard. A soft shake made a soft shivering noise.
 
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