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[run_barry]

At a table is one Barry Allen with a short stack of books and a small potted plant.

The plant is a red zinnia, and it doesn't look to be doing so good.

The books are on horticulture and gardening.

After an initial speed-read through the entire stack, Barry goes back and starts to page through the first book again, slower this time.

Turning pages, he looks up from the book every now and then and gives the little plant a frown, and then keeps on reading.

He's totally botherable, and open to help from anyone with a green thumb.

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[run_barry]

Barry flinches a little, worried for a moment that he's triggered a porg-attack.

"Okay then... "

That's... different.

"Well here, enjoy," he says, grabbing out a handful of the cubes and dumping them on the table for Puffy.

[space_puffin]

Fortunately the cubes aren't being tossed at him so he doesn't bonk Barry again. Instead he scarfs them down and gives a pleased burp. Large eyes blink at Barry and there's a sense of pleasure, more so than what's given from the porgs' physical body language. Also that Barry should try some.

That last bit was emphasized by a nudge of the bag towards him.

[run_barry]

Okay seriously, there is definitely something up with this bird.

Even as Barry is weirded out, though, he's also glad that the porg is happy.

He's still not sure if he's imagining things or if the space bird is communicating somehow, but he's also used to having one-sided conversations with quirky birds so, he replies.

"Ah, thanks man, but those are all you," Barry says, declining the puffs by pushing the bag back in Puffy's direction.

Barry's not quite sure what the blue marshmallow things are, but if they're anything like GP's shrimp puffs, Barry is good on passing.

[space_puffin]

He's a bird from an island heavily influenced by the Force.

Of course there's something up with this bird.

If Barry doesn't want any of the cubes - which are not like shrimp puffs as they seem to be standard fare for non porgs to eat - then fine. Hondo was trying to saute some when the porgs on the Falcon discovered this.

There are a few more eaten before he checks out the books again. He does that thing that cats do where they shove themselves under an arm to get a look at the book.

[run_barry]

They're just a little suspicious, is all. And Barry is from a world where dog jerky looks exactly like the real thing so, best not to take chances.

Barry is surprised by the porg's action, but smiles and, carefully reaches his hand over to pet the porg. If the porg will allow it, Barry is ready to take his hand back if protest or biting seem imminent.

[space_puffin]

There's nothing that says humans can't eat dog jerky. Or dogs can't eat human jerky.

Barry has fed Puffy his favorite food, he is mostly forgiven for the vest incident. The hand isn't protested or threatened to be bitten. Instead a soft crooning escaped him.

[run_barry]

Barry's sensibilities say one shouldn't. Or at least, he won't.

Anyways...

That crooning draws another smile and Barry pets the porg, fingers traveling around to that spot behind the head and between the wings that's just so scritchable.

GP, at least, enjoys a good scritching there.

[space_puffin]

Oh.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes....

The crooning increases into a trill and starts doing the melty thing that critters do when they are getting perfectly scratched.

[run_barry]

Smiling wider, Barry continues to give scritches to the porg.

"I hope this means we're friends now," Barry says, turning a page in his book.

[space_puffin]

Yes.

As long as there aren't any horrible vests involved.

Or clothing in general.

He doesn't even fall asleep on the book, Puffy's happy enough.