[Akira's eyes flick from Billy's snuffling to Minato's rummaging and back, and when he produces and offers a handful of hay he meets Minato's eyes, smiles, and claims it with his free hand. Transferring it to the hand Billy is sniffing, he lays his hand flat, palm upward, sort of letting the hay fan out over it and hoping he doesn't lose a finger.]
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