There was, of course, still a rather potent scent of residual sexipades in the air when Angua returned to the island, but she could tell that, finally, everything had cleared enough to the point where it was no longer dangerous or any more annoying than usual.

She'd spent most of her week as a wolf, considering that was just easier and better for avoiding that awful pollen, so it felt good to be in human skin again, despite the creeping feeling up her spine that she needed a b-- she needs a ba-- a B.A.T.H. She was pretty sure that mostly had to do with what she could still smell coming off of Ralph.

Thankfully, she had a week's worth of paperwork piles up, so there was plenty to keep her distracted and occupied.

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