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[dels_dog]

*Enter a dog. Four paws, german-shepardish, collar. He looks around a bit, then coughs*

Excuse me? Anyone seen a girl? She's got mis-matched eyes, and usually butterflies. Or mice. Or something.

*He sounds a mite aggravated*

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[fairest1]

*Snow walks by after her argument with Jamee, freezes when her peripheral vision registers 'large canine', looks again, blinks, and decides to talk with him anyway*

Hello. You remind me of a . . . friend of mine.

[dels_dog]

*he looks up at her*

I do? Was your friend also a Shepard? I'm Barnabas.

[fairest1]

A wolf, actually . . . I just miss him so much I started seeing things. I'm Snow White. Can I get you something?

[dels_dog]

Wolf, huh?

*he ponders that for a while*

That's cool. A bowl of water would be nice. And if you could keep an eye open for Del, that'd be nice too. Being this short doesn't help.

[fairest1]

All right. *orders bowl of water from the bar, passes it over to Barnabas* I've seen Del around on occasion, but I'm not sure where she is now; I'll let you know if I see her.

[dels_dog]

Thanks.

*he drops his jaw in a canine grin and thumps his tail for her*

[fairest1]

*scratches him behind the ears*

[dels_dog]

*thump thump thump*

You met Death and Matthew yet?

*he points his nose toward the goth-girl and the Raven*

[fairest1]

Death . . . I thought I recognized her. No, I haven't properly met them, though I've seen them around.

[dels_dog]

Well...Death is a bit busy with Desire right now. Best not to interrupt them.

The bird-brain, however, is Matthew. He belongs to Dream. Say hi to the pregnant lady, Matthew.

[dreams_bird]

'Hi to the pregnant lady.'

*Matthew nods to the woman, a little more courteously than his smart-assed remark suggests*

[fairest1]

Hello, Matthew. Want a paradox? *offers one from her plate*

[dreams_bird]

*eyes the fried things warily*
.. Never tried one. No time like the present, right?

*takes a taste of the paradox, pecking at the edge*

[fairest1]

They're pretty good. Unusual tasting, but that's to be expected.

[dreams_bird]

*Matthew blanches slightly at the taste and drops it, eyeing it: He picks it up again mopmentarily in his beak.*

Funny. Doesn't taste like it looks.
.. Think I like it.

[fairest1]

*shrugs* It looks exactly like an onion ring doesn't, and it tastes exactly like an onion ring doesn't.