By some odd quirk of fate, it is a rare happy hour that finds Stitch thirsty. On the other hand, he dimly remembers one of the figures behind the bar. Once upon a time that old lady gave him a pie.
There is a brief pattering of small footsteps before a small creature rises in to view. It peers at both women before offering a winning grin.
Improbably, the grin actually widens. It is followed by a rapidly jabbered and mostly incomprehensible account of exactly what has been so fun thus far. English is in very little evidence; The word 'mattress' might or not be discernible through the excited babble. Also 'Lilo' and 'mops' and possibly 'semi-finals' though that last is even more debatable than the rest. It culminates in a bright eyed request for-
Really now, Sallie, what kind of a question is that? Stitch continues to stare at her for a moment, eyes wide. He glances distractedly at Bar's surface, fingers tapping his lower lip in thought.
There is a brief pattering of small footsteps before a small creature rises in to view. It peers at both women before offering a winning grin.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
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"What in the hell," she mutters, shooting an accusatory glance Sallie's way.
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As calmly as possible, "Hello, Stitch. Havin' fun today?"
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Improbably, the grin actually widens. It is followed by a rapidly jabbered and mostly incomprehensible account of exactly what has been so fun thus far. English is in very little evidence; The word 'mattress' might or not be discernible through the excited babble. Also 'Lilo' and 'mops' and possibly 'semi-finals' though that last is even more debatable than the rest. It culminates in a bright eyed request for-
"Pie?"
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Really now, Sallie, what kind of a question is that? Stitch continues to stare at her for a moment, eyes wide. He glances distractedly at Bar's surface, fingers tapping his lower lip in thought.
A hand is raised.
"Naga-takabah."
Scout's honor! Really!
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"Stitch good."
This is not going as expected at all!
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