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Gert and Old Lace are eating dinner at a table - well, Gert is at the table, OL is eating raw liver from a bucket on the floor. Gert herself is eating miso ramen and sipping green tea.

They are not adverse to company.

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(OOC: Even creepy company?)

(ooc: sure. BUT! OL will get protective and possibly attack if she starts to feel too threatened. Also, FYI, Gert also doesn't intimidate easily.)

(Well, then. This will be . . . interesting, won't it.)

"Is that a Deinonychus, my dear girl? How fascinating." A short, fox-faced man grins at her.

"Real neat," agrees his companion, a tall, wolfish fellow.

Gert looks up from her miso and eyes the two gentlemen. She's still not totally comfortable trusting adults and these two seem like snakes in the grass. OL especially smells something... off about them, which raises OL's hackles and sets Gert's own nerves on edge, though you wouldn't know it from looking at her.

"She is isn't she. You know much about dinosaurs?" she asks, cordial enough.

"They're a bit before our time, I'm afraid. But yes, they're an interest of ours."

"He reads too much."

"There is no such thing as reading too much." The 'fox' holds out a hand. "My name is Mr. Croup, and this is Mr. Vandemar. It's a pleasure."

She extends a hand, against better judgment, and briefly shakes his hand.

"Arsenic," she introduces herself. "And this is Old Lace."

"Ah, delightful! Someone knows their movie classics." Croup grins a truly awful grin and pats Old Lace cheerily.

OL growls, baring sharp, pointy teeth at the pair. She really doesn't like the smell of them - that is coming across the telepathic link Gert shares with OL all too clearly.

"I really wouldn't do that if I where you. She doesn't like new people touching her."

"Oh, it'll be alright. We're fast, and we heal fast as well."

Gert raises an eyebrow but doesn't question it. After all, she comes from a world with mutants (although they don't smell like mutants to OL) and she's seen a lot since she came to Milliways.

"Be that as it may, I'd feel guilty if my pet mauled you in some way and we'd probably get into trouble."

Gert lays a placating hand on the back of OL's head, but it doesn't stop the low rumble coming from the dinosaur's throat.

"The dear girl is worried about us, Mr. Vandemar. How delightful."

"How foolish."

"Now now, she doesn't know what we are."

"She'll learn."

Gert raises an eyebrow. OL is almost at breaking point and Gert really doesn't want to fight.

"I think it might be best if you left us alone now." Her voice is hard as steel and doesn't falter, and she's mentally gearing up for an attack, just in case. If they thought she would be an easy target, they thought wrong.

"Oh, don't worry. We're not going to start anything."

"Not with you."

"Although your pet does seem to be getting a tad anxious."

"Smart girl."

"She's a good judge of character," Gert says, standing up.

"Come on OL. Let's go because you get us into trouble."

Gert turns to leave and the dinosaur turns to got too, but not before one ladt warning snarl to the two men.

Vandemar snarls back, sounding more like a wolf than a human.

Croup just laughs. "See you around."

Then there is a shiver in the world, and they're gone.

(Thanks for the mini-thread.)

"Hey babe." OL gets a friendly scritch behind the ears as Chase deposits himself next to Gert.

OL snorts at Chase, a brief greeting which barely interrupts her meal. Gert smiles at him and continues eating her miso.

"Hey, sweetie."

Chase reckons the signs are good that she isn't going to question him on his secret source of beer. He's has been keeping his eye out for suspicious inquiries ever since his encounters.

"That looks almost as good as OL's meal looks gross." he says, putting his feet on the table.

She pushes his feet off the table. They came all together too close to her tea.

"Watch the tea, bub," she tells him.

"Your tea was totally safe." Chase says, putting his feet on Old Lace instead.

Now that does distract OL. She stands up, causing Chase's legs to slide off her and gives him a pointed look which pretty much says, in a long siuffering kind of way, 'if Gert didn't love you, you'd have been dinner long ago.'

Gert rolls her eyes.

"Seriously, must you bug her while she eats?"

Chase removes his feet from the vicinity.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I was just kidding." He gives Old Lace another scritch and leaves her alone.

Gert playfully punches his arm.

"She loves you really. Just don't annoy her at dinner time. You know what she's like about her food."

"Yeah, might eat my stinky foot." Chase says, looking as though he's about to take his shoes off but thinking better of it.

"Not likely. Even OL has more sense than to eat that thing. How would she know where it's been?"

"Heh, don't blame her." Chase says. "They kind of itch at the moment, are they meant to do that?"

"Your feet? It might help if you changed your socks a bit more regularly."

"True."

Beat.

"But doesn't washing wear them out faster?"

"Faster than what? Our relationship?"

She's kidding of course.

"Faster than wearing them twice."

Beat. Little self conscious pang.

"Um, does it bother you?"

"Only when I can smell you."

Which, okay, she'll be honest, doesn't happen as often as one would think.

Chase goes a bit quiet and mumbles, "Sorry".

"Hey it's not like you smell like a sewer or anything. Just occasionally feet," she says smiling, trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, er, I'll try not to, okay?"

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