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At the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, Minta tossed her phone to the side and pushed herself up enough to see her brother. “Morning!” she called out, smiling as she stood up from where she had been stretching on the floor in front of the couch. Over the past month, she had discovered the bright side of a cabin made mostly of windows: the constant pools of sunlight to laze around in like a house cat. She twisted her back side to side until it popped, and headed over towards Jack. “I thought we could like, grab a coffee or something if you don’t have plans?”