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[The comm shuts on, but it doesn't look like Kaye turned it on. There's a flash of the bottom of a boot and then a flash of white before the underside of a skirt can be seen. After that it's just sky. Every so often bits of skirt or a distant hand catches view. Maybe she's spinning. Kaye's singing in her horse voice. It's groggy and thick with phlegm.

Honestly, it sounds like it's a far away really. She doesn't sound like she's making much sense at all. It's a bit crazed and wild and seems more like a nymph or magical creature.]

Sing a song of sixpence~,
A pocket full of rye~,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie~.

When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing~—

[She starts to laugh as she speaks the next lines. She sounds so terribly amused by it all.]

Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

No. Try honey!

[The final comment it accentuated by a loud THUMP-CRUNCH then giggling.]