"Haven't thought that far ahead?" Ren repeated with an incredulous laugh. "Eddie! C'mon, ain't there anything you'd want t'do that you don't normally get t'do?" What did she normally do on her birthday? Back home way a different matter, but here; "I mean, there's anything y'can set your heart on here. There's fuckin' dragons and shit."
He's about to protest that there isn't anything here that he doesn't normally get to do -- which is to say, anything he doesn't normally get to do here. And everything here is stuff he didn't normally get to do back home; dragons are special, yes, but so is cake, so is meat and bread and fruit, so is sunlight.
"Dragons," he repeats instead, and smiles. "Yeah, haven't been back there in a while. Want to go look in on em with me?"
"I can try." Ren shrugged. "Animals don't normally like me. They can sense I'm--" She see-sawed her hand to denote her very not-humanness. "--freaks 'em out a lil. Don't know about dragons, I've always kept me distance before."
But it was worthwhile having a try. "Couple of the pets here aren't bothered by me though, so, worth a shot?"
Ren shrugged. "If they get too flappy 'nd pissed off, I know how to make myself scarce before it becomes an issue." It seemed to come on a case by case basis with how they reacted to her.
She snorted a laugh. "Alright, fair 'nough. You're worse then Robin on her birthday." There had never been any getting between her baby sister and her cake on her birthday.
He grins at her, picks up a table knife, and starts slicing generous slabs of cake for both of them.
However misshapen the design, the cake is completely delicious. Later, there'll be a walk in the dragon sanctuary, where all but the biggest and bravest few dragonets scatter at Ren's presence. The two of them wind up sitting mostly out of the way, feeding scraps to the few willing to approach; one of those tries to climb into the relative safety of Edgar's shirt to eye her over his shoulder, and it's worth a good deal of laughter.
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"Dragons," he repeats instead, and smiles. "Yeah, haven't been back there in a while. Want to go look in on em with me?"
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But it was worthwhile having a try. "Couple of the pets here aren't bothered by me though, so, worth a shot?"
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A pause, and he glances at the sad chocolate hedgehog. "Cake first, maybe?"
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She snorted a laugh. "Alright, fair 'nough. You're worse then Robin on her birthday." There had never been any getting between her baby sister and her cake on her birthday.
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However misshapen the design, the cake is completely delicious. Later, there'll be a walk in the dragon sanctuary, where all but the biggest and bravest few dragonets scatter at Ren's presence. The two of them wind up sitting mostly out of the way, feeding scraps to the few willing to approach; one of those tries to climb into the relative safety of Edgar's shirt to eye her over his shoulder, and it's worth a good deal of laughter.
It's a good day.