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Jones-like tote she wore. The bag was ostensibly for show, but it never hurt to be prepared in case something got torn mid-show.
    Overhead, she watched the blinking stars, which seemed much clearer here, in the middle of absolutely nowhere, than they ever had before. She still couldn’t quite grasp what made her so calm about Lex’s revelation, although she supposed years of listening to whack-a-doo radio and watching alien and Bigfoot shows had her trained to accept the crazy.
    Then again, the existence of shape shifters being made apparent and obvious is a little more of a step than listening to crazy people rant about Area-51.
    A chill wind blew across the desert, and she realized she didn’t have the slightest clue where they were. She kept a vague mental map of roughly the distances they’d traveled and the directions they’d gone, and overhead she could track somewhat by the North Star. But this dry river bed where she now hid, the endless scrub brush and small clumps of scrubby trees and mesquites, it gave away no secrets, held no landmasses or much anything else useful for navigation.
    She lay back further, reclining fully onto the ground, propping her head and neck up with her pouch as she stared, transfixed, into the sky. She remembered being a little girl, and in between bouts of studying too much and worrying about whether she’d studied enough, going out in the back yard and sneaking glances through her dad’s enormous – and as he constantly reminded her, expensive – telescope.
    She felt Lex creep up beside her, and started talking as he lay down.
    “I always wanted to be an astronomer,” she said. “Or I guess, I wanted to be what I thought an astronomer was. I’m not sure I’d be such a good fit for all the math and sitting around observatories and waiting to collate the eighteenth gamma ray burst of the day.”
    “Okay, there you got me,” he whispered. “We might have videogames and daycare like humans, but formal education isn’t much of a thing for lions. Although I hear owls do things differently.”
    “Figures,” Cass said with a smile. “Study the stars, you know?”
    “Well I have seen television. I know what an astronomer is, but what I mean is – what’s the point?”
    “Of what?”
    “Of taking these infinite mysteries, all this beauty, and turning into a list of equations and theories? Why not just enjoy it for what it is, and not worry too much about the details?”
    For a long moment, both of them were silent. Cass couldn’t quite figure out how to respond to that incredibly astute question, and Lex learned a long time ago that if you’re going to ask a question, you wait for the answer. He didn’t really get rhetoricals.
    “I think it’s just another way to appreciate it,” she finally answered. She felt Lex collect the hand she’d had laying on her stomach into his hand, and once again, the heat of his skin surprised her at first, and then gave her a tremendous feeling of safety. “Does that make sense?”
    He was about to open his mouth when she continued. “I mean, you can look at something like the stars, and go ‘oh, those are pretty’, and have that be it. Or, you can look at them, and think about how they move, why they’re as bright as they are, and what it is that keeps them doing what they do.”
    Another long silence.
    “Why do I think you’re beautiful?” he asked slowly, as softly as the wind whispering over top of their little embankment.
    “That’s not fair, answering a question with a question. It’s, uh some kind of logical fallacy probably. I didn’t really do college.”
    “Why do you need to understand why something has beauty, is my point. What does knowing that the reason I like the way you look boil down to the crook of your nose or the space between your eyes do for me? Nothing. The world is the world. Love it for what it is.”
    “Well it’s all a moot point anyway, I never made it.”
    “You seem to have made it so