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Ray pushes open the front door and steps inside from New York City. "Okay, I give up," he says as he heads for the Bar. "Gimme something to make the formless nameless sense of dread go away."

The Bar gives him soft-serve ice cream with enough sprinkles on it to choke a pony. There are marshmallows.

He does not ask what brand as he takes his crime against dairy and goes to find a seat.

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"Yeepyeepyeep!" As soon as she spots Ray, Scribble charges over, carrying something that might've once been a rodent in her mouth. The chick drops it as his feet, hopping frantically from side to side as she continues to yap.

Now there's a sound Ray hasn't heard in a long, long time. "Scribble! Hi!"

He slides out of his seat and drops the fistful of jerky on the ground. "Gosh am I glad to see you!"

"Yeeee!" Scribble trills back, then makes the jerky disappear in a matter of seconds. Once she's finished with that, she picks up the rodent again, presenting it to him and pawing with one clawed hand at the air.

Ray laughs and accepts the rodent. He's... actually a little unsure as to whether this is a tributary rodent, or 'I wanna play fetch!', or what.

The chick trills again, puffing up her chest a bit. It's as proud of a look as a raptor can get. And judging from few bites marks and scratches on her forearms and underside, the rodent put up more of a fight than the usual lizards.

Ray earns himself this icon by reaching over to scratch the raptor on top of her head like a puppy. "Good Scribble," he murmurs, still smiling. "Good apprentice death machine."

If there's an apprentice, there has to be a master. And so the said master strolls over, tilting her head to the side and letting out a short chuff that sounds almost amused.

Scribble, meanwhile, yaps again and noses at Ray's hand, appreciative of the attention. She likes showing off her handiwork.

Ray looks up and smiles at Red, though he's careful to keep his teeth hidden. "Evening, Red," he says. "You have a wonderful daughter here."

He'd signal one of the wait-rats if he could, but- predatory dinosaur. He'll just have to get hospitable meat some other way.

Red glances to Scribble, looks back to Ray, then turns so she can show him the end of her tail.

It seems that someone has been teething, and grabbed their mother's tail by mistake.

Scribble cranes her head upwards, eyeballing the tail tip, but a short "Khoh!" from Red makes her slink under the table.

That almost provokes a laugh from Ray, but he thinks better of it at the last moment. "Hold on," he says, holding up one hand and going to the Bar. He returns a bit later with a good-sized raw chicken and an extra heavy duty knotted rope.

Scribble immediately perks up as soon as she smells chicken. Even if it's not alive (and therefore extra interesting), it's still food. She jumps onto a chair, waving her foreclaws madly.

Red's attention drifts to the ice cream, and she slowly stretches out her neck as she sniffs at it, unsure of what to make of it.

When somebody asks you if you're a god, you say yes.

When the representative of the Russian government asks you- in Washington, DC- if you weesh hees protektion, you say yes.

And when a predatory dinosaur the size of ... well, a predatory dinosaur .... wants to investigate your ice cream?

YOU LET HER.

Ray pushes the ice cream in Red's direction and lets Scribble have a go at the chicken.

Scribble goes at the chicken enthusiastically-and messily. Someone should probably wipe the table and chair down afterwards, to try and prevent samonella from spreading-not to mention whatever germs are in Scribble's saliva.

Red continues to inventigate the ice cream, tilting her head to the side as she eyes it carefully. It looks strange, it smells strange, and she's rather curious about the little specks on it. So she sticks her nose closer and sniffs.

Then promptly backs away with a squawk, pawing at her snout. Inhaling sprinkles through one's nostrils isn't a pleasant experience.

Ray's going to make a special point of that. It's not fair to the rats otherwise-

It suddenly occurs to him exactly how COOL it is to be sitting in a BAR staffed by RATS and have a DINOSAUR clawing stuff up on his table and another one trying to eat his ice cream. IT'S JUST THAT COOL.

... what? Inside he's still about eight.

Anyway, he chuckles at the sight of the sprinkle encounter and waits for Red to look at him. "Like this," he suggests, swiping up a little of the ice cream on three of his fingers and then touching it to his tongue.

Scribble looks up for a moment at Red's flailing, but is quickly distracted again by the chicken. More specifcally, she's distracted by seeing how far she can fit into the chicken (or what's left of it), in pursuit of a particularly tasty scrap.

Raptor Red calms down after a moment, although she does snort warily as she watches Ray. After the sprinkles, she's not sure that the icycoldbad stuff is be trusted. But after a moment of hesitation, she reaches out with a hand and swipes some ice cream onto her claws, then sticks her hand in her mouth to lick it off.

It'd almost be cute, if she wasn't a giant death lizard.

This is Ray we're talking about. As far as he's concerned? It's totally cute. DINOSAUR. ICE CREAM.

Also, dinosaur with a chicken on its head. Scribble looks around, still wearing a good portion of what's left of the chicken. After a few moments, she realizes that moving her head causes the remaining leg to wiggle. She trills to herself and bobs her head, thumping the chicken's leg against the table. She's managed to make a dead chicken move and make noise again; to a young dinosaur, this is fascinating.

Meanwhile, Red takes her hand out of her mouth and eyes it for a moment, then takes another scoop of ice cream.

Ray probably should get a new bowl for himself, unless he wants a new and exciting disease.

If Ray were somebody else he'd be wishing he had a camera right now, just to capture this moment, but he's too busy watching and beaming to think of it. And, yeah, getting more ice cream and a bottle of Lysol for use later. Dammit, he likes his ice cream too.

Scribble trills at Ray, then resumes pounding on the table with her chicken-hat. She's quite pleased with her, judging from the chirps she makes.

Red finishes with the ice cream on her hand, then steps closer to the table, sticking her snout into the bowl for a moment. She then decides the hand idea is safer, and goes back to scooping it and licking it off. There's less nostril trauma that way.

One day, Ray will have to try different flavours out on the dinosaur, just to see how she likes them. As for Scribble? Well, he's just going to keep buying her chicken hats when she's especially good.

The ice cream did dispel the nameless sense of dread, though not directly. So it's fulfilled its purpose! Really!

After a few moments of wriggling, Scribble finally frees herself of her chicken hat so she can resume eating. The pleased chirps and squawks continue as she gobbles down the rest of the carcass, and offers Ray one of the bones.

Raptor Red goes for another scoop, then hesitates. After eyeing carefully to make sure most of the sprinkles are gone, she picks up the bowl and shoves her snout into it, snorting to herself as she continues to eat the ice cream. She's now decided it's some strange, tasty variation of snow.

Ray accepts the bone, but puts it in his pocket when no one's looking. The bebe!dino's probably easily distractable, after all.

"You know," he says conversationally to Red as he goes at his own ice cream at a more sedate pace, "I sort of wish I could film you guys or tape you or something and show it to the guys at the Museum of Natural History. They'd die. Seriously. They'd just implode."

Indeed she is. Soon Scribble is distracted by trying to lick chicken goo off the table, with little success. Raptor tongues aren't really meant for that sort of thing.

Red finishes with the bowl, setting it down on the table. She tilts her head to the side as she listens to Ray, wiping at her snout with a hand. "Phrr?"

"Sorry," Ray says. "There's people back home who think dinosaurs are just about the most interesting thing in the world, and they only know you through your bones. I almost wish they could see you for real."

But he's still got ice cream, so he's going to finish his off first.

Raptor Red considers this for a moment. She doesn't know what filming or taping are, or how she and Scribble could get to Ray's strange-sounding world. But she has seen things be taken from inside the bar to out the door, and that's given her an idea.

She trots away, heading towards the Bar herself. A few moments later she returns, carrying a dead deinonych chick. It was the easiest to carry dinosaur that came to mind-and she doesn't like deinonychs anyway.

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