It's my pet. [Sighing, Lena sets down her work and takes the tribble off her shoulder. Giving it a pat, it trills and vibrates rather contentedly in the palm of her hand.]
[That can't be helped; sorry, Gray. Lena's always been under the impression that the kittens were yours and she's just handy to help out. Besides, the tribble was a gift.]
It's downright adorable, is what it is. And a little ball of trouble. Can't let go of it for a minute or it goes and gets under furniture.
(she should tell her that, because chances are she's going to go back to her room and pout and be moody for a day or two. That's what you get. She'll apologize later. :c)
Oh. And that's not good. It sort of looks like a giant dust ball. (bites her lip a bit, still peering at it) You'll probably want to keep it away from the kittens. They will think it's a new toy.
Don't worry, I'm not going to let your young'uns at it. Probably terrify the poor little guy. And since I don't know if he's susceptible to heart attacks or not, I just know I don't want Jim to know I got his present killed.
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It's downright adorable, is what it is. And a little ball of trouble. Can't let go of it for a minute or it goes and gets under furniture.
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Oh. And that's not good. It sort of looks like a giant dust ball. (bites her lip a bit, still peering at it) You'll probably want to keep it away from the kittens. They will think it's a new toy.
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Six is a bit much to be just mine...
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I help. Means six is okay to just be yours.
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(pause) I still thought they were ours.
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[She looks at Gabriella, a bit uncertain.] I didn't know you thought that.
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