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The pups were helping sort through their correspondence, mostly fan mail. Skye felt a thrill at the height of the stack addressed specifically to her, often prefixed with Mighty. She noticed other things; one letter that had narrow triangles cut from the edges of the envelope, almost matching the outline of a stamp. That was probably from Chickaletta's beak.
Liberty was sniffing at a letter that the sender had touched with more than a little perfume. "Delores wants a job," she announced. "If it's totally—" she drew that word out as long as her body could be from the meteor-brought super powers. "Entirely remote. Like she said, doing social media." Minor debriefing had included an explanation of the poodle. Liberty liked enthusiasm for the PAW Patrol when it included enthusiasm about actually being part of a rescue. Not just staying behind and staying remaining fluff, as she had told the Junior puppies she had trained so well.
Nonetheless, Ryder suggested, "We could do some cross-promotion. Hair styles, beauty products."
Skye tossed her head, letting her long ears, as silky as any brushed-soft show poodle's, flip. "How to deal with static electricity," she muttered.
But Ryder seemed to actually like the idea, saying things about short videos as he dug through the mail for something they had received from a studio.