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[_fisshes]

A very damp hobbit wanders in the front door. His hands are pruny, and his hair is still dripping, and his lips are slightly blue. It's possible he's been swimming for too long

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[comma_sticks]

Shannon looks down at him, literally, and probably figuratively as well. "What are you doing?"

[_fisshes]

"I'm looking for a dog," he explains. "Have you seen one? It can write."

[comma_sticks]

"A kid back at the island has a dog, and that's the only one I've seen for a really long time. And it can't write."

[_fisshes]

"This one cries over cheese," Smeagol says, looking behind Shannon's chair. "I think I scared it the other day, and it sort of ran off. If you see it, will you tell me?" he looks at her hopefully.

[blind_courage]

Ivy had been sitting alone in one of the booths trying to memorize the Braille alphabet on the card that Ray had given her that morning when she felt something slightly damp brush against her leg. She gave a short yelp of surprise, pulling her legs away.

"Who is there?" she asked, wide-eyed. If there was anything she hated, it was being snuck up on.

[_fisshes]

"Sorry," Smeagol says, pulling his head out from underneath the table. "Just looking for something. You haven't seen a dog around here, have you?"

[blind_courage]

"I am sorry, but I am not aware of there being any dogs around recently, no, although I would not have been able to see one if there was," Ivy replied with a faint smile.

[_fisshes]

"Oh." Obliviously: "why?"