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“But why not seaweed?” Doog asked, his sand-colored head tilted in confusion. “It's so tasty, and I can get the best stuff!   Cama sighed in exasperation. “I didn't say that, I said—Haize, can you explain?” She glanced over at the sooty gray styracosaurus, who snorted in turn.   ...

“A... skill?”   “You mean like foraging, or crafting?”   “What about swimming?”   The euoplocephalus gave a single nod of his green-spotted head.   “Yes,” he answered laconically...

The styracosaurus with the cloudy hide looked over the carefully assembled produce, eyes narrowed in thought."Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked, nodding her horn at a particularly wet-looking pile of bulbous green strands that shone in the sunlight. The stout, sandy styracosaurus who'd just finished adding to the pile looked up in confusion."What do you mean?" Doog cocked his he...