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[attic_girl]

Fuchsia has appropriated a table somewhere that affords a fairly good view of the bar and the other patrons. She's decided, it seems, to spend the entire day in the bar proper, and be social. Or to try, anyway

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[petriedino]

Like the little dinosaur fluttering about in the rafters, maybe?

[petriedino]

"Not yet. Her family are very big."

[attic_girl]

Fuchsia gasps softly.

"Are you just babies?"

[petriedino]

"We are still growing", he agrees, sort of.

[attic_girl]

"And how big will you get?" She looks up to he rafters, wondering if he'll still fit.

[petriedino]

He doesn't really know measurements. After a moment's thought, he settles for zipping the approximate length of an adult pteranodon.

"That big!"

[attic_girl]

There is more head tilting.

"That... is quite large, for something that flies."

[petriedino]

"They have very big wings", is all he can offer.

[attic_girl]

"Will you have to move outside?"

SHe just hopes she's around to see him that size.

[petriedino]

"I will come in. And then go outside."

[attic_girl]

"That sounds like a good idea." She nods in approval. "Do you have a name? You must."

[petriedino]

"Petrie!" he says cheerfully. "And the others are Cera and Ducky and Littlefoot and Spike. Spike does not talk. He eats."

[attic_girl]

"Such lovely names!" She laughs softly, his enthusiasm catching. "I am Lady Fuchsia."

[petriedino]

"That is a pretty name too", he says earnestly.