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[petriedino]

There is a very small pterodactyl flying around the bar, somewhere near head level.

For reasons known only to Bar, he is wearing a tutu. And fairy wings.

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[_estsanatlehi_]

Probably somewhere well above head-level for the legend-goddess who just happens to be infant-sized at the moment, she noticed all the same however and pointed, squealing, "Bat!"

Because clearly he wasn't any sort of bird she'd ever seen. Though she did add a moment later, "Pretty!"

[_estsanatlehi_]

She sucked her thumb more intently a moment, mulling this over, "Fly." She finally said, stringing together, "Flytree, tree go bonk."

[petriedino]

"....oh!" He gets it now. "Yes."

[_estsanatlehi_]

She smiled again, nodding once, she'd made herself understood!

Of course, this called for celebration, "Cookie?"

[petriedino]

"...what is a cookie?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

She looked shocked, her new friend didn't know what cookies were!

This called for drastic action, she managed to wrangle a waitrat that moved slow enough for her to catch, demanding: "Cookie!" of it.

[petriedino]

Petrie waits patiently, curious to find out what this new thing is.

[_estsanatlehi_]

The waitrat returned shortly with a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies, even they knew whatk ind she liked.

She picked one up, holding it out to Petrie, "Cookie." A pause and then, "Is for eet." Because if he didn't know what a cookie was, clearly he wouldn't know that they were food.

[petriedino]

He hops forward a step or two and snaps at it with his beak.

"....it is good!"

[_estsanatlehi_]

She grinned again, however gummily, due to the lack of teeth, "Yes!"

[petriedino]

"What is in it?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

She shrugged, "'asins."

Because clearly, cookies with raisins in were THE BEST COOKIES EVER

[petriedino]

"Asins?"

He doesn't know that word.

[_estsanatlehi_]

She picked one out of her own cookie, offering it to him for inspection, "'aisin." A pause and then: "rrrrraisin."

[petriedino]

He sniffs at it, and then snaps it carefully out of her fingers.

The mun cannot establish whether he would know what a grape is or not, and in any case, raisins are different.

"...that is strange."

[_estsanatlehi_]

She just nodded, "Mmhmm." A shrug then, talking around a mouthful of cookie once more, "Better wif cookie."