[Understandable. Mrs. O'Leary is a welcome sight to have around but no one wants a mouthful of fur and dog dander. Percy, perhaps, knows that better than anyone. Or Nico. Too bad he isn't around to vouch for that.]
Just barely. She had to shadow travel through doorways and downstairs. I could see why you wouldn't want Festus to be suitcase. Can you talk to a suitcase? [It's a totally legit question.
He nods at that, pretending to understand why a dragon would like tobasco sauce.] Right. Tobasco sauce is worse than a steady diet of oil. [Figures he may add to the joke. Doesn't want to seem like he's missing too much of what he should understand about it. He adds another nod.]
She was there when Mrs. O'Leary took over my bed this morning. She's happy, not too happy about the dog drool though.
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Just barely. She had to shadow travel through doorways and downstairs. I could see why you wouldn't want Festus to be suitcase. Can you talk to a suitcase? [It's a totally legit question.
He nods at that, pretending to understand why a dragon would like tobasco sauce.] Right. Tobasco sauce is worse than a steady diet of oil. [Figures he may add to the joke. Doesn't want to seem like he's missing too much of what he should understand about it. He adds another nod.]
She was there when Mrs. O'Leary took over my bed this morning. She's happy, not too happy about the dog drool though.