[Open] Come to the Feast!

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Her last conversation with Iggy has given Nellas an idea, finally, about a thank you for the bearskin and for people being her friends - and for getting to know others. Surprised as she is about herself, Nellas has found she enjoys company much more than solitude, although that is good sometimes when she needs to recharge

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Tyelko is just coming back from the woods tall dark and crazy without any game, but that probably has something to do with the still puppyish dog romping around his legs, and with glee. Anto, however, smells someone new - and furthermore, food - and takes off running in Nellas's direction, tongue trailing out of his mouth and almost bumbling in his haste, with a Feanorian trying not to facepalm and jogging after.

Puppy, meanwhile, says hiiiii Nellas I like your faaace. :D

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Eeeee, dog! Nellas says, and tries to keep Anto out of her face and away from the food - meaning, probably, that by the time Tyelko arrives he'll find them rolling in the grass and Nellas laughing with glee before she notices his keeper -- also an elf, yay, and she pauses, flushed, tousled and breathless from laughter and tussling.

"Is he yours? I think he's hungry. Are you hungry?" She beams at them both.

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But Anto does not want to stay out of her face! He wants to be in her face and kissing her face and ooh, food, wants food, and so on. He's still very much a puppy.

And his keeper can't really keep from grinning a little, almost laughing, at the scene- "--maybe a little - I hope he's not bothering you too much," Trying to be apologetic, but he can't help his mouth twitching a little. Because people who can play with dogs are always good people.

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"He is great!" And saying that she tries to slip her arms around Anto to keep him from pouncing on the spit-roasted birds and coney, laughing again. Squirming dogs are hard to hold still, even though she really doesn't mind the doggy kisses so much, only wiping her face with a grimace and -- yet more laughter, because the dog is adorable. If problematic. "Can you take him off?"

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--"Yes, of course," he says, a little embarrassed for his puppy's behavior. "Anto-"

And the puppy licks her face once more and turns around, looking only a little abashed as he comes back to heel, though still looking longingly at the food.

He seems to be good with this dog again, anyway.

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She doesn't mind, she really doesn't. And someone with a puppy/dog who can behave like this, she thinks, has to be a nice man.

"What would you like to eat? And you, Anto?" she asks, washing her hands and face with water from a pitcher because puppykisses are great, but dogspit isn't. "Would Anto like meat?"

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Anto would like anything that you can give him, Nellas, seriously. Look at those eyes. He's just a little sweet thing. His owner seems a little surprised, because - honestly, he's used to being recognized, and that's not generally a good thing. But...

Not questioning it? --"I'm all right," he says, "Unless there was something you expected to have leftovers of - he'll eat that gladly. Little pig," fondly, though, unmistakably so.

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Nellas giggles. "He doesn't look like a pig. Does he eat like one?" But all the same she's already swiftly cutting off a haunch of coney that the meat has been mostly stripped from. She likes dogs (if there is anything she doesn't like, that would surprise the typist very much!), but wasting food is out of the question, even as a treat.

"Can I just give it to him? And are you really not hungry? It's not nice to come to a feast and not eat."

But there's a twinkle in her eye. She doesn't mean it that seriously.

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Anto will love you forever, Nellas, it is sealed. Seriously, and his expression of longing from just behind Tyelko is probably easy to read, but he doesn't want to disobey. Probably drooling by now, and Tyelko rolls his eyes a little.

"Be gentle," he says, and Anto bounds to his feet, tail wagging. Cleeg, meanwhile, can't help a bit of a grin. "Well - I don't want to be rude. I certainly don't object to anyone feeding me."

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"You can take anything you like," she explains with a smile, crouches down and feeds Anto his treat bit by bit, giggling about the eager doggy expression and the way he wolfs down the morsels she offers, even if grimacing at her fingers when the dog decides her fingers need another thorough wash.

"Where did you get him, did he come with you?"

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He's only making sure there isn't anything left! Must be thorough, you know. It is not okay to be anything less.

He sits down, then, looking to see what he can find, and kind of - tenses a little when she asks, remembering how uncertain he was about adopting another dog - if they would listen again, if they would avoid him as they did after Huan left, and the pain too of losing Huan all over again-

"No - there was a litter in the kennels, at some time. That's where I found him."

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No, it's not ok. She would definitely agree with that. (It doesn't change that dogspit is an icky slimy thing, and once the morsels are all gone, she sluices her hands off yet again.

"Do you think there will be more litters?" she perks up, because, well, puppies, and perhaps not really noticing the tension, for now.

"I like dogs," she says. "And maybe I could build a door that he'd fit through. So he can stay with Iggy and me. If Iggy likes dogs." She doesn't know that, but she intends to ask. Maybe she can give Iggy a puppy in return.