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[originofgood]

[Have a loud bark in reply, sister of mine.]

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[seventhspring]

[ Seven jotted off a quick "On my way" to her wolf sister, turning around as her big white friend nudged her thigh. The mutt's ears perked as much as they could, and he huffed. "Don't bother asking people, I can track her down from here. If you'd asked earlier, I could have told you that."

He stood up, and Seven found herself following, out the door of the room that had been temporarily vacated in favor of the gigantic gooey white dog and his far better washed companion. ]

Then the real trick's going to be in finding a bucket, or even a bowl. Don't think you're escaping bathing this time.

[ The dog wagged his tail twice, ambling along, sniffing every so often. "Yeah, yeah, I heard the plan." ]

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[originofgood]

[She bodily barged out of the room she had been in, her owl friend saying something-or-other- she's not exactly listening to the other animal right now.

Furball sits in the middle of the corridor, dreading the bath a little. Seven did assure her that it would not be a pond, and a show- whatever it is- but she cant help but pull her ears back a little at the thought of facing water.]

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[seventhspring]

[ Not too long afterward, Seven caught sight of the rather hard to miss Furball sitting in the middle of the corridor. The mutt's tail wagged once. He was radiating contented arrogance. "Like I said."

Seven quirked up an eyebrow, raising a hand to wave to Furball. ]

Hello, Furball!

[ The mutt looked up at her, rolling his eyes. How she could tell he was doing that when his eyes looked darn near closed, Seven didn't bother asking. It just made sense. ]

From what I've heard, and looking at the map a little earlier, if we stop by the cafeteria in "Section One" we should be able to see about borrowing a bowl big enough to make this work out.

[ "Do I get a spongebath too?" The mutt looked mildly interested. ]

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[originofgood]

[She barks a small, high woof in greeting, still a little nervous about the water.

The wolf perks up when she hears "cafeteria" and "bowl" though. Food? Food?? She wags her tail a little more, startling the owl with the sudden leap to her paws.]

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[seventhspring]

[ She catches herself starting to smile. There was something familiar about seeing someone so intrigued by the mention of food, though it didn't make a terribly lasting impression. ]

We can grab something to eat at the same time.

[ The mutt grinned in his odd canine way again, not commenting. Apparently he wasn't starving at the moment, or else Seven had an idea he'd have been complaining about it by now. She looked to Furball. ]

Sound like a plan?

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[originofgood]

[She whines and wags her tail, dancing around the dog and her "sister" happily and almost impatiently. She wants food so badly now.]

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[seventhspring]

[ That does make her smile. Seven shrugs, patting the mutt on his head and starting off in the direction she guessed was right. It made logical sense, based on what she'd scouted out earlier, and a few things she'd overheard in this crowded place. ]

Let's see what this little adventure turns up.

[ An understatement, and yet, a summary of exactly what she was going to be doing in the Fishbowl as a whole. ]

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[originofgood]

[An adventure for FOOD to be exact. She's already drooling.]

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[seventhspring]

[ Furball will be the easiest sister to keep happy ever. (Seven can hope.) MISSION GO FORTH. Soon? Target Sighted: Cafeteria, to the left. Plan of action? Infiltrate. Attempt to not freak out people with giant white dog and wolf.

... Sudden lack of concern given some of the animals she just saw walk by. ]

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[originofgood]

[Oh, she does see the same things Seven is seeing right now. Squirrels. Large ones. Larger than she is, and she, by standards, is already a large animal. She watches them intently as they go along their way, tail wagging. After lunch/dinner, she would be going off to meet them properly.]

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[seventhspring]

[ Furball was a braver, more lively individual than Seven was at the moment. After the squirrels have largely moved on their way, she looks both ways in case another set of gigantic animals wanted to stroll on by.

With nothing else happening, she shrugs, sighs internally, and shoots all three of her current companions a smile. The owl totally counts. ]

This place is going to take a lot of getting used to. I hope the food is something I can recognize.

[ "Does it matter, as long as it's edible?" Seven muttered a response to her canine compadre. ]

It always matters. What if it's --

[ She failed to have anything to specify it possibly being, so she trailed off and started walking forward with a shrug. ]

-- friend worms? Or worm steak, you saw how big those squirrels were. What do you think, Furball? Worm steaks a possibility?

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[originofgood]

[Furball looks at Seven intently, flicking an ear on occasion. Up above, her owl is muttering "It sounds delectable but I doubt my stomach can take a large one on my own, cherie." Oh. That sounds... a little gross. If she has an eyebrow, she would be perking it up at her owl companion right now. Instead, she gives it a sidelong glance.

She still wants to eat though, worms or no worms. And to give that fact emphasis, her stomach growls, and she gives Seven something akin to a sheepish grin.]

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[seventhspring]

[ Hearing Furball's stomach growl provokes a grin out of Seven, who gestures and starts walking again, making her way into the cafeteria. A thought occurs to her, and she looks back at Furball, over the mutt's back, once inside. ]

Furball, is it even okay for you to eat people food?

[ The mutt starts laughing, but Seven's seriously concerned. =| ]

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[originofgood]

[A bark is her reply to that. She wants cake as well.]

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[seventhspring]

[ "In case you were wondering, that's a yes." He still seemed to be laughing silently, sitting down near one of the tables and cocking his head to the side. He scratched at his ear, sending a little glob of goo flying.

It was a prompt reminder of what originally she'd come here for. ]

If you see anything I can get you, Furball, let me know. I don't think this place is exactly paw friendly.

[ Time to poke around in the much less populated than she was expecting area. It looks like it was a do it yourself, or hope some of the people who actually worked here was around to help the incompetent ones out. ]