[Cy is on the plane looking extremely pleased about something. She is looming protectively over a little silver rectangle, talking to it in a low voice and crooning every once in a while.
As she wrestles the thing open, it becomes clear that her little silver rectangle is, in fact, a cell phone. She rubs her face against it and starts stepping on the buttons, chirping and clucking to herself.]
As she wrestles the thing open, it becomes clear that her little silver rectangle is, in fact, a cell phone. She rubs her face against it and starts stepping on the buttons, chirping and clucking to herself.]
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