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It's been a long cycle. Bob spent most of it alternating between trying to get Mairi to eat solid foods and trying to keep her from chewing on things she shouldn't be. He half-walks, half-staggers into Milliways with the intent of getting a drink before going to bed.
He barely notices his clothing changing into a puffy shirt, breeches, and a gold earring, or his hair changing from dreadlocks to a ponytail.
He does, however, notice something going squeak in his back pocket when he sits down. (Huh. He didn't have a back pocket when he came in.) Bob reaches into said pocket and pulls out...
"...a rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle," he murmurs aloud. "What possible use could that have?"
He barely notices his clothing changing into a puffy shirt, breeches, and a gold earring, or his hair changing from dreadlocks to a ponytail.
He does, however, notice something going squeak in his back pocket when he sits down. (Huh. He didn't have a back pocket when he came in.) Bob reaches into said pocket and pulls out...
"...a rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle," he murmurs aloud. "What possible use could that have?"