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Querra hummed in acknowledgment.

Las Vegas sounded lovely. Querra always fantasised about going there one day.

Wednesday on the other hand told Querra she'd never let him go, crushing his short-lived dreams. (Lord forbid the cougar get lost in the maze of streets, lights, hotels and carnivals that is Las Vegas, before dying in some dark, deserted ally for the llama to find. No 'mam, Wednesday wasn't having any of it).

“I would have loved to go to Egypt and see the pyramids” Querra said after a while, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Wednesday was about to list all of the things that could go wrong, and how by the end of the journey Querra would probably be a mummified corpse with beetles crawling out his eyes, but she decided againced it.

It’s not like the cougar would remember this conversation by tomorrow.

“Oh look, there’s the foot of the mountain we’re supposed to get to! Now we only need to turn left a few miles ahead and we’ll be at the waterfalls” announced Querra, picking up his pace.

The llama started bounding after him, and in a matter of seconds it turned into a full-on race of who’d get to the mountain’s foot.