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[There's something moving in the water off the beach, first just a large shadow, and then the wingtips of a manta ray the size of a small island flick above the surface. It crests, water running off its back--and there is Cy, not even damp, clinging to the creature's fleshy back wearing the expression of a feral cat who's just found a bucket of fish heads.

IE, she's in a very good mood.]

See, told you you'd like this place, Ray. It's got stars. Oh sure, your place is nice, but my place? It's got stars!