[Soft snort. Kitchen. Nothing for it to eat. This would be funny if it hadn't downed so much leather earlier. But still, he's gingerly following her in, trying to kick the water out of his boots before he tracks it inside.]
No clue where the t'ing came from. Wasn't there when I went to sleep, but it woke me up.
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No clue where the t'ing came from. Wasn't there when I went to sleep, but it woke me up.