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[duck_bill]

There is a small... thing attempting the danger-ridden ascent to the top of a Milliways barstool.

Sadly, she is finding, her tail is not prehensile. Not that Ducky is familiar with the word 'prehensile,' and at least it is a helpful bracer in the trickier spots.

Is it YOUR barstool?

[OOC: Because this is surely the anti-doom, y'all. Have at!]

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy blinks and looks down.

"Hello there." he says, holding out a hand for the little creature.

[duck_bill]

Ducky looks up.

And up, and up.

And- you get the picture.

"Hello!"

[guppy_sandhu]

"Do you need a hand?" Guppy asks, holding his hand at her level.

[duck_bill]

"Yes, please," she says carefully, eyeing the hand with calculation.

"It is very tricky. Everything here is so big!"

[mysterious_seed]

There is another reptilian creature in the bar that does have prehensile appendages. Without warning, Ducky finds that two whip-like vines have gently encircled her, and are depositing her safely on top of the barstool. After releasing her, the vines shoot up to wrap around a rafter, and as the retract their owner slowly rises from the floor to settle one barstool over.

"Bulbasaur, saur," says the turquoise beastie, garnet eyes crinkled in a smile of greeting.

[duck_bill]

Squeeeeeeak.

-Oh.

"...Hello! Thank you very much!"

[mysterious_seed]

"Saursasaur," it replies, politely. The pokémon then turns to the Bar, addressing it in a friendly fashion. "Bulbasaursaur, bulba, bulbasaur." A pile of what appears to be Elven jerked meat appears before it, and Bulbasaur begins to munch happily. Pausing for a moment, it looks at the wee dinosaur.

"Saursa-saur saur, bulbasaur?" It asks, nudging a piece of jerky in her direction with its nose.

[duck_bill]

Ducky blinks at it in curiosity.

The strange language doesn't worry her. Some dinsours cannot talk properly, or at all back in the Great Valley.

"You eat it? It looks very funny."