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[space_puffin]

Puffy is a very smart porg. He has learned, thanks to Quentin, how to summon food from the bar.

This is very important for him to have learned.

Because now he can get food.

Today's food?

Blue puff cubes.

Lots and lots of blue puff cubes (which look rather like marshmallows).

Lots and lots and lots and lots of blue puff cubes.

There's stacks of them taking a part of the bar.

And in the middle of them all? A very happy porg.

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[space_puffin]

Bobbing his head excitedly he waddles over to her and chirrups some more. Hello person! How are you?!

He's definitely got the feeling of a slightly smarter than average animal but definitely not people smarts.

[feminine_menace]

Maybe it’s someone’s pet?

At the thought YT more or less automatically falls back on something she knows, which is dogs. She holds out a hand to sniff, the way she would for an unfamiliar but non-hostile pooch.

[space_puffin]

He is NOT some person's coddled pet like other porgs he could name. HRMPH. Don't be ridiculous.

However, he is a friendly porg and sniffs her hand before ducking his head underneath it in the universal symbol of pet me, please.

[feminine_menace]

So now YT finds herself petting the fluffy, downy head of this weird big-eyed bird thing that she didn’t even know existed five minutes ago.

“Well, you’re a cute little dude.” Pause. “Are you a dude?”

[space_puffin]

He is, in fact, a dude. The orange feathers around his eyes indicate this. Females have grey feathers there. Not that Puffy can tell her that.

But he can definitely get into the petting, leaning up against the hand and her, crooning softly.

[feminine_menace]

The crooning is surprisingly relaxing.

“Okay, if I try to stroke you on your belly, will you be cool with that?”

Because that belly fluff is tempting!

[space_puffin]

It really is. Documented fact.

He will, be cool with that and croon even more. In fact that he ends up on his back, eyes closing.