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Robert Attila sits at a table, reading a book about wizards as her pet, Blaise, sits nearby.

Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.

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*Adam wanders over and takes a seat nearby.*

I see the two of you are getting along well.

Blaise looks up from his book.

"I suppose. Robert seems to be very curious about the bar."

Robert ribbits at Adam and hops over toward him.

Curious? You're not going to let her loose, are you?

Blaise glances at Robert, who is now next to Adam, looking up at him.

"No, I'm not. But earlier while I was reading, she hopped off. She returned, though."

*Adam smiles and reaches out to touch Robert, hesitantly*

That's... good.

*he narrows his eyes and pokes, gently*

Robert ribbits at Adam.

Blaise lifts an eyebrow.

"Are you afraid it's not a real frog?"

*he frowns*

That, or that she'll start spontaneously sprouting more frogs.

Blaise peers at Robert.

Robert peers back at both of them.

"Well, she hasn't yet."

Keep an eye on that.

*Adam speaks completely seriously*

"I will."

Robert ribbits at Adam, then hops back over to Blaise.

"So how are you today?"

*Adam shrugs*

M'okay, I suppose. It's been a long week.

Blaise lifts an eyebrow, and turns a page in his book.

"The week's only started."

*Adam raises his eyebrow as well*

So it has.

Blaise glances down at him book.

"So how has it been a long week?"

*Adam shrugs*

Just has. Plus, everything seems to take longer when you're not sleeping.

Blaise looks back up.

"You haven't been sleeping?"

*Adam laughs, a little bitterly*

Sleep is for the weak.

*or something like that.*

Blaise looks back down at his book, but studies Adam out of the corner of his eye.

"Nightmares?"

*he shakes his head*

Busy mind.

"Well, that's better than having nightmares, I suppose."

Oh. I don't have nightmares.

*Liar.*

"That must be nice."

I suppose.

"Hm."

Blaise flips another page in his book.

Robert looks between the two boys, then gives a mighty jump and lands on top of Adam's head.

*Adam flails perhaps a bit more than is strictly necessary*

Get! Off! My! Head!