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Wells comes in from the back door, a large black and white Malamute at his heels. The dog may look familiar to people who know Zuko at all, or then again, maybe not. She usually looks happier than this.

He stops at the Bar to get himself breakfast and the dog a bowl of something decent to eat, then looks around for a spot to sit.

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"They don't breathe fire or fly?"

Or explode?

The first two are disappointing to Jocasta. "That's an awful shame. They are beautiful animals. Maybe if i ever get back to my world, I'll bring Hermes back with me. He'd love to see this place."

"'fraid not. Where I come from, if you want a flying pet, you've got to settle for a bird or a sugar glider or somethin' like that. Saw a bloke at the zoo with this flying snake thing once, but they're not pets." Wells nods. "Be interesting to see him- how big do these dragons get, anyway?"

Best to find out before it turns out they're the size of ponies.

"Cowpers can get to be quite big," Jocasta explains. "Hermes is about three and a half feet, snout to tail." She hodls her hands out to approximate the size.

"Ah," says Wells, relaxing. He glances down at the dog for comparison, but she's busy chewing on something of a rawhidey nature and doesn't look back. "Yeah, there's pet lizards that size at home, but they're just tree-climbers. No fire, no wings. Dunno what people see in 'em, they've got to keep 'em in the tub just to have space for 'em, but there you go."

"I imagine any animal has its fanciers," Jocasta allows. "I don't particularly like cats, myself."

Wells nods. "Never was much fond of cats either," he says. "Dogs, yeah- couldn't always have one, 'cos there's not much room for the breeds I like in Army housing, but still."

"Dogs, I like," Jocasta agrees, reaching to pet Xu Ning again. "My mother bred them at home."

This is pleasing to Xu Ning; her tail waves like a big fuzzy white banner. Wells just smiles. "What sort?" he inquires. "I dunno if I'll recognise the breed name, but if you c'n describe what they look like, or what they do-"

"Klatchian Wolfhounds," Jocasta replies. "They're about this big," a hand is held out, "slender snouts, alert ears, range in colours from wolf grey to golden-blonde. Characterised mostly by a thick mane growth around the ears and neck. They're fairly close to the native stock, but very intelligent."

Wells considers this, then nods. "Sounds familiar," he says carefully. "I've seen dogs along those lines. Always were a bit out of my league, but they're damned fine animals."

"Mother likes them," Jocasta allows. "They have a bit of a temper, of course."

"The good ones often do," Wells says. "Isn't that right, Xu Ning?"

The malamute snorts. Anyone could read that response.

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