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[_purple_crayon]

Harold sat on the floor in the pub, licking an ice cream cone that Samthebarkeep had given him and petting Snowball occasionally. He's gotten over his crayon and Snowball being borrowed - mostly.
He still doesn't speak much, if at all; something that seems to have Sam and Lavinia worried. But he seems happy enough, with his ice cream and Snowball.

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[powerful_blood]

Merlin plops next to him, peering at him with purple eyes.

"'lo, Harold."

[_purple_crayon]

Harold looks up at him and waves in greeting.

Then he goes back to the important stuff: the ice cream.

[powerful_blood]

Merlin watches and nods to Snowball.

"Hello Snowball. Nice day, is it not?"

[_purple_crayon]

Snowball grinned a doggie grin and went over to Merlin, seeking pettings and love. She kind of nosed Merlin's hand, making sure her message of LOVEONMENOW was perfectly clear.