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Absolutely everybody -- at or near the fireplace

This evening, there are several people relaxing by or near the fireplace the fireplace, doing slightly unexpected things. Among them are:

Katrina Crane, seated in a comfortable chair, reading -- a romance novel?
Pearse Harman, scribbling down bullet points for tomorrow's sermon while at a table with a glass of -- beer?
Teja, in his usual chair by the trilobite tank, with all four cats and a soundly sleeping Egil, playing his -- guitar?
Lady Margolotta, at a table drinking cocoa and cuddling a cute, pink-nosed -- rat?
Dr. Hannibal Lecter, lounging on a sofa with his feet up, reading a book on -- demonology?
Dorian Gray, sitting cross-legged in from of a coffee table, sensuously enjoying several different -- cupcakes?
Madame Thénardier, hunched on an ottoman right by the fire, voraciously reading a book by -- Hilary Mantel?

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want -- open until it scrolls! Not trying to emulate the sheer numbers on the last one, though...]]

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"Usually they growl. Sometimes they show their teeth - ~Franz, Zahne~."

The dog obligingly demonstrates.

"Big teef!" Egil says. "Gog say no wif big teef!"

"Or he would growl," Teja says. "It sounds like a deep, long 'grrrrrr'."

He makes sure to not actually growl.

Egil nods.

"So if they do that, it means they don't like what you're doing and they want you to stop."

Sometimes it might even be 'don't do that, it's not safe', if it's a dog that loves Egil.

Egil nods, earnestly.

Then he gently hugs Franz again, because Franz definitely isn't growling or showing his teeth.

He most certainly isn't, except that one moment when Gavroche told him to. Gavroche smiles down at them.

"Good boys."

"Good'og," Egil says. "Good'Itty!"

He reaches down between Franz' paws to touch the rolled-up cat. She looks up and winks at him.

He laughs.

"I think she might be spending the night there now."

"Fans and 'Ityy fwends!" Egil says. "Awww!"

"The best of friends. And if she's sleeping there, he won't get up, so I'm sleeping here with him." He pauses and considers Egil. "Would you like a sleepover with us, if Teja says you can?"

Egil nods, happy.

"I shall stay here, also," Teja says. He pulls up an ottoman, and stretches his long legs. Then, he summons a rat to take a note, and bring a round of hot chocolate.

"My companions must know where we are," he explains.

Whatever shape Loki is in at the moment -- most likely Fina, or his own shape, as there is not much time to be Pyrrha -- he will wish to know where Egil is. And so will Jack.

"Of course", Gavroche says with a nod. "No sense letting them be worried when nothing's wrong."

"When, indeed, we are merely dozing in the company of friends, two- and four-legged."

"Exactly." He beckons the little boy. "Come here, Egil, we can make a warm pile with the dogs."

Egil gets up from the big dog and comes over.

"Yes?"

"Would you like that?" He grins. "Here by the fire we don't really need it, but they like it. You can keep very warm in a pile of dogs."

"Yes," Egil says, enthusiastically. "Huggy, fuffy gogs!"

"Very huggy and fluffy", he promises. "Even Jo'll come and join in."

Egil sits by Gavroche's side; Teja pulls his Tyrian purple cloak around himself.

Gavroche wraps his arm around Egil.

"Ready to sleep now?"

Egil nods, but just now, the rats arrive with the hot chocolate milk for everybody.

He glances up and laughs. "Or maybe not quite yet."

At least the hot chocolate milk should send him drowsing.

Yes, Egil takes a few sips from his chocolate milk, then puts it down, cuddles against the big, friendly dog, and closes his eyes.-

[[OOC: Wrap here?]]

[ooc: looks good!]

[[OOC: Thanks for the thread! That was unexpectedly sweet!]]

[ooc: Gavroche loves little kids, and Egil in particular. :D]

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