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Steed eyes the animals with a somewhat purplexed expression as he enters. He gets a brandy from the bar and settles near the fire, watching a pig nearby attempting to drink from a pint glass.
"Would you like a straw?" he asks sympathetically. "I imagine it must be more difficult getting help not having turned into something fluffy."
Snowball, who was enjoying a quiet pint, glares at the gentleman trying to be helpful.
"I'm fluffier than you are comrade." he replies shortly, picking up his pint and moving to the other side of the bar.
Steed blinks after him, then shrugs and settles back to enjoy his brandy.
Either are botherable.
"Would you like a straw?" he asks sympathetically. "I imagine it must be more difficult getting help not having turned into something fluffy."
Snowball, who was enjoying a quiet pint, glares at the gentleman trying to be helpful.
"I'm fluffier than you are comrade." he replies shortly, picking up his pint and moving to the other side of the bar.
Steed blinks after him, then shrugs and settles back to enjoy his brandy.
Either are botherable.