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There was a white fox bounding through the snow, and does a sniff in his direction. He started padding over toward Miniver.

When Miniver glances up and catches sight of the cute fuzzy white thing, his reaction is comparable to the kind of reaction one sees from female anime characters when the Hawt Boy Hero comes onscreen.

But somewhat more internal.

Not a LOT more internal, but somewhat.

He folds over the page of his book and crouches in the snow, holding a hand towards the fox. "Hullo!" he greets it cheerfully.

The fox paused in mid-step, cautious. He then slowly padded closer, and then there was a careful sniff at Miniver's hand. Grey fox eyes peer up at him.

Miniver does what anyone would do who has been smitten by a small fuzzy puppy thing.

He tries to pet it.

The fox came close enough for that, and sat down on his haunches. Not seeming to mind so far, his tail curled over his back feet, and eyes closed slightly.

Miniver kneels in the snow, not especially caring that his pants will get wet from it, and scritches the fox between the ears.

"You're uncommonly friendly," he observes. "And I'm uncommonly stupid for not worrying you might have rabies or something. Ah well. Such is life." Scritch scritch scritch.

Oooh, good scritches spot. The fox was still quite bright, but he was definitely sweeter and friendly in this form. The tail swished back and forth slightly with content, and he closed his eyes completely. Ahhh, scritches....

Miniver is rather content with the situation as well. So much so that he actually puts his book into his pocket.

"I wonder if you belong to someone, or are you a patron of this place yourself?" he says, half to himself.

The fox opened his eyes, and seemed to smirk somehow. And even wink.

"Oh yeah? Clever, huh?" It doesn't occur to him to assume he imagines any human-like expression or gesture the fox might make.

It didn't occur to him to assume such things back on Earth, either. Even knowing that, technically, according to nearly everyone else, they were probably not communicating with him in any meaningful way.

Intelligent or not, this fox is warm and soft and pleasant to scritch. Miniver therefor continues to do so, moving to the fox's shoulders. "I don't suppose you can talk?"

The fox nodded at the clever part, and gave a happy bark at that.
He then got up, only to curl up by Miniver not minding the pampering at all.

But at the other question, the fox shook his head. He then got up again, and tried pawing the ground.

"Not like this," somewhat sloppily drawn on the snow.

Miniver staaaaares at the writing.

"Ah. You must be a wizard then. Like Merlin! Or cursed, like from Circe's spells..."

Another happy bark from the fox, and more happy tail swishes. Aw, isn't he cute like that?

"Wizard yes."

"Whoa. So you could probably turn me into a mouse and eat me or something."

Something about him rather resembles a mouse anyway.

"What are you doing out here?"

More smirking and swishing of his tail.

"I could... what could you do to stop me? And felt like a walk."

"Ah. It must be nice to be able to take another form like that. I wonder if I could outrun you as a mouse? Probably not..." He chuckles. "That fur must be warm."

"It's fun, and yes, very warm." The fox preened happily.

"Lucky magic-users." Miniver stands and brushes off the knees of his bellbottoms, which are, of course, soaked. "Cold out here for humans. I'm going inside. Join me?"

The fox nodded at that, and gave a bark before getting up to trot a little ahead. And then turning his head back to Miniver to see if he was following.

He is! A bit awkwardly -- for while Miniver is very good at allowing his brain to navigate on autodrive when he's reading, he is less coordinated when he's TRYING, and as a result, follows in something like a scampering scramble towards the door.

The fox then doubled back, and tried to give him a playful nip to get him to run faster.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

He practically falls into the door and holds it open for the fox.

The fox trotted and hopped right over him. Right into the bar, and if Miniver wasn't careful, he might get a bushy fox tail thwapping him lightly on the face too.

Miniver ends up whapped in the face with a snowy fox tail. He shakes his head and grins.

"So. Thirty? Hungry?" Not like it's his money.

The fox thought about it, and fetched an pen and parchment. Carefully wrote with his mouth, "Thirsty I think."