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Lounging in the bar is a bored-looking raptor-well, she looks as bored as she can. She's rather lacking in the facial expressions department. Raptor Red eyes the rest of the bar, occasionally yawning. With a full belly and a comfortable place to rest, she's fine with staying where she is for the moment, but that doesn't mean she isn't keeping an eye out for anything else of interest.

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. . . that's a dinosaur.

Mary is mostly standing still and staring, at the moment; which likely does not make her appear terribly interesting.

But. Dinosaur.

Red takes notice of the staring, but isn't alarmed by it. It's only when the yelling and flailing or throwing of chunks of meat begins that humans get really interesting.

She yawns again, turning her head to peer back at Mary intently.

. . . it's looking at her.

Mary is now caught between a dinosaur-related glee! and the dawning realization that this dinosaur has rather sharp teeth.

Nevertheless: "Hello," she says; and offers a quick, tentative smile.

"Khh." She's learned that unlike in dinosaurs, humans showing their teeth isn't a threat. It is, however, more proof that humans are strange creatures.

Red gets to her feet, stretching for a moment, and then begins to walk towards Mary, sniffing noisly. Maybe the human chick has food. Just because her stomach's fairly full doesn't mean that she's not opportunistic.

Mary takes a tiny step backwards, before straightening her back and parking herself where she is.

She is not afraid.

She takes a breath, and then, slowly, extends her left hand for the creature to sniff.

(Possibly somewhere is the thought that if, against her expectations, it does end up biting her fingers off, she can spare them better from the left hand than the right.)

"Phhr?" Red lowers her head so that she can sniff, snuffling for a few moments before drawing herself back up. No food, it seems. Well, it's not that big of a loss.

She peers down at Mary, tilting her head to the side. It's rare for her to see a human-besides Ray-who seems fairly calm around her.

All of Mary's fingers remain intact!

"You are not going to hurt me," she says, slowly; and the smile creeps back onto her face.

"And - you are a real dinosaur, aren't you - I do not know if you can understand me. Can you?"

Her head bobs twice in two quick nods, something that she learned from her time stuck as a human. It's one of the few useful things she picked up from it, in her opinion. "Khht."

"I thought you might," Mary says, earnestly.

"Many creatures around here can - and many back home, too. I think it must be very clever of them, for I certainly could not understand Robin - or Dragon or Rabbit or anything."

"Phhr?" Her head tilts for a moment. While she undertsands what's being said, she has no real idea of what robins or dragons or rabbits are. Although she certainly would recognize them as beig vageuly familiar to what she does know.

But she's curious as to what those things are now, and so she siwngs her head around, sniffing again. Maybe she can smell them out.

Mary turns her head, too, to see what it is that has captured the dinosaur's attention.

It's hard sometimes, not understanding Dinosaur.

"Snff. Snffsnffsnnnf." Despite her trying, Red can't pinpoint which-if any-scents belong to the creatures that Mary mentioned. Snorting to herself, she looks back to her, making a little grunt. There's not much she can do when she doesn't know the way something looks or smells like.

Mary frowns, attempting to interpret.

"You are looking for something?" she hazards.

"Khht!" Her head bobs in another nod. It's getting across what she was looking for that will be the hard part. Raptor pantomime can only go so far.

Mary's creativity is indeed being stretched to the max.

However, after a moment of pondering -

"I shall be right back," she promises, and heads over to the bar, returning proudly with a sheet of paper and a stick of charcoal.

Red blinks slowly at this new thing, then sticks her snout forward so she can sniff. Paper's never smelled like much before, but maybe this it will be different.

Nope, same paper smell.

Mary holds out the piece of charcoal, hopefully.

"I do not know if you can hold it," she says, with a small frown, "but perhaps you could put one of your claws in it?"

She blinks again, then reaches out with one clawed hand to carefully scrape at it. Very carefully-she's well aware of how dangerous her claws can be.

Red then pulls her hand back, peering at it. Now what?

Mary puts the paper down on a table, and demonstrates, by scraping with the charcoal.

A black line appears, shortly followed by two dots.

The finished product resembles this face -

:|

Mary is not really a smiley-face sort of child.

"You see," she explains, to the dinosaur. "You can make pictures with it."

Red thinks over this for a moment, then snhrrts a bit to herself. She remembers the pictures Ray and Alan showed her-so this is how you make them.

She sticks out at a claw and experimentally pokes at the paper. The claw, however, winds up punching through the paper-they're made for killing, not art or fine motor skills.

"Punching holes in a pattern would work too," Mary agrees.

Red blinks and inspects the paper, then tries punching a few more holes. She's not aiming to create anything just yet; she's just enjoying the novelty of playing with paper.

Mary is watching the punched holes very seriously.

She is waiting patiently for the moment when they will form a pattern and Everything Comes Clear.

Red is still interested in just punching things out. While she's used to thinking of things in terms of pictures, trying to find a way to transfer those to something that looks recognizable on paper is rather difficult. The size of her claws probably doesn't help.

. . . you know how if you stare at a scribble long enough, imaginary patterns begin to emerge?

Yeah.

"- is that a frog?" Mary asks, helpfully.

"Phhr?" She blinks and tilts her head to the side, attempting to see something besides holes. Mary is then given as perplexed a look as a raptor can give. Abstract art, or anything close to it, is a little beyond your average dinosaur.

Using the charcoal, Mary rapidly sketches her idea of a frog around the dots.

It does not, alas, look terribly froglike.

The picture is just given a blank look, and Mary gets one as well. "Phhr?" Idly, she paws at the picture, succeeding in doing nothing but getting more charcoal on her claws.

Mary heaves a sigh.

"I suppose," she says, in highly disappointed tones, "it is not a frog that you are looking for, then."

She shakes her head-another human tendency she's picked up. Red isn't very interested in frogs. There's not much meat on them.

"Is it another kind of creature?" Mary asks, determined to get the most out of this line of questioning, at least.

"Khht." There's a head bob, and she glances around again, sniffing once more. Maybe this time she'll find a scent that sticks out. But without knowing what dragons or robins look like, she's still somewhat stuck.

A little warily: "Are you looking for it to eat?"

She shakes her head. Red has learned from experience that if it isn't already dead, new prey should be observed for awhile first. And her belly is full for the moment, anyway.

The raptor yawns, casting a glance back towards the fire, before snorting quietly.

[OOC: Sounds good. Thanks for thread!]

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