Room 512, Monday Evening

[heromaniac]

Momoko came out of the bathroom, scrubbing her hair with a towel. "I still don't get it. They're frogs! How can it be so difficult to feed them? How can I end up covered in jello from trying to feed some totally cute magic frogs? They can't hate me, right? They barely even know me! That's totally not possible, right

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[showmetheproof]

"Woof," huffed Scully. Wanting to contribute to the conversation. She looked at Moshi, then nosed around, looking for another shoe to eat. Nosing under the bed a bit, where a slightly chewed one was visible.

[heromaniac]

Momoko rolled her eyes and grabbed a fresh towel from her closet before pushing Scully towards their bathroom. "Here. Use our shower and take your time!"

"Only this time, don't eat all of Moshi's food. Yours is the kibble in the blue bowl," she teased.

[eyebrowgoesup]

Spock might have muttered something about being sure Scully wouldn't be interested in the dog food now, except he was too busy mourning his beautiful, elegant solution and jabbing at his padd, trying to recover it.

Moshi was a bad kitty.