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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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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.

Blink. Blink.

BLIIIIIIIIINK.

"Red," Ray says very slowly, accepting the chick with both hands and eyes the size of dinner plates, "I think you may just have changed the face of paleontology forever. Thank you."

He's gonna need to shrinkwrap that thing so damn fast...

Red tilts her head to the side as she watches Ray's expression. She still doesn't really get most facial expressions; they're strange to her, and more general body language is easier to read. But she does understand surprise. "Phhrr!"

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