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Coincidentally there's a familiar ~~smelling~~ looking ~~bitch~~ person at the bar. Ignoring the Wonder Dog right now. Maybe she hasn't noticed him, maybe she's hoping he's not really there.

[OOC: Yes!!! That's great! Hadn't hoped so...I'm at work, so I'll be dropping in and out and this will probably be kind of slowtime, sorry]

Gaspode is still wondering why the smell of this new puppy is so familiar. He has never seen him before, he's sure. Then another familiar smell hits his nostrils and he's close to panicking: "Werewolf!!"

[OOC: heh, you and me both. Couldn't pass up Gaspode, though...]

Angua spins on her seat, and stares at him, angrily.

"Will you keep it down, you stupid mutt! It's me!" she hisses.

He recognizes her. And it doesn't calm him down much.

"Does this make it any better?", he can't hold back asking.

Then he has the decency to be a little ashamed: "Have I screamed?"

"Not really," she admits. "But it means if I have to shut you up, Carrot'll make me feel guilty about it afterwards."

She glances around the bar briefly.

"And I don't think anyone heard you, so we're lucky."

"All right. What are you doing here?"

Second thought: "Carrot is here, too? What is this? A family reunion??"

Angua raises her tankard in his direction.

"I am having a beer. That's what I'm doing here.

"Right now, Carrot's in Ankh-Morpork. I couldn't tell you where exactly," - that's not a nice feeling - "but he's not here. He does come here on occasion though. So do Mister Vimes, Sergeant Detritus, and Constable Webber, among other people from home.

"When did you turn up here? The place smelled nicer last week."

"I've been here for about a week, I think."

Another second thought- "So there is a way out of here? You just said, you came here on occasion..."

He politely ignores the comment on the smell, though.

"There is definitely a way out of here, for me," Angua confirms, "although I think some people are what they call Bound. Can you see that door?" she nods in the direction of the front door.

"There is... something like a door-frame... More of a shadow... I'm not sure." He narrows his eyes to mere slits. "No. It's just the wall, I think. Does the door look like a wall?"

"Not to me," Angua says, thoughtfully.

Then she stands up and strides towards the door, opening it out onto Gleam Street.

"Don't hurt yourself!"

Gaspode is not really anxious for Anguas wellbeing, but she would probably be really angry when he rips out one of her ~~claws~~ nails or something, scratching the wall like this. His own skin is rolling inside out with the sound.

"What are you DOING there?"

[OOC: I think being Bound makes it more interesting, but you could probably carry me out if you don't agree :)]

Angua looks at him, places her arm out into Ankh Morpork and wvaes it experimentally.

"No? Nothing?"

The smell of the city is quite overpowering, so she shuts the door again.

"Well, looks like you're stuck here, then."

[OOC: Nah, you're good. I wouldn't unBind someone else's pup...]

Gaspode is completely startled, when Anguas arm seems to go through solid brick and, drawn back, ist not only unharmed but also smells of his hometown. He whines a little, but regains his bearings fast- "You know, it's much better here. People are quite nice to me. They even FEED me."

[OOC: Well, I'm quite sure that this one wouldn't bite YOU if you did...]

Angua frowns at the whining, but shrugs, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.

"Uh huh. Give it a few weeks and someone'll put a collar on you."

"Ah collar?" This squeal sounds nearly as bad as the one about werewolves. "Ok. Ok. Calm down, boy. You can still resist a collar. Yes, you can." Sometimes, it helps.

He changes the subject. That helps for sure.

"I haven't seen you in a while. What have you been up to?"

"Working. I have a job, you know. It's a human thing."

"I know. I remember, not to long ago, I had a job, too. And I don't think you'd have gotten back from Überwald in one piece if I hadn't brought you your precious Carrott."

That was very nearly a growl. No. It was, in fact. He never got over Angua being the wolf at whose fangs he would nearly have died defending Carott. She had made him ridicolous in the one heroic moment of his life. Well, some are made to be heroes, others aren't.

Angua raises her eyebrows.

"Probably not. I suppose you're going to want thanks or something?"

"No. Certainly not. I just want a little respect. I know, you're a wolf and I am only a dog. Domesticated and everything. But can't we just get along like, well, like reasonable beings? We are just that, aren't we?"

Angua rolls her eyes and smirks.

"I respect you, Gaspode," she says reluctantly, although really she's more domesicated than he is.

Gaspode' mouth is hanging open. "Err, err- " three deep breaths. *cough* "I thought you'd rather swallow me than say that", he gasps finally.

Strange that embarrassing situations between dogs are allways embarrassing for all the canines involved.

But Gaspode has something else on his mind, anyway.

"Have you ever bitten a dog?"

"Of course she hasn't," says Carrot, who was trying to get to the Dwarf Bread Museum and had a bit of a wrong turn through the right door.*

Then it actually hits him.

"Wait. Gaspode."

* it just happened to open to open into Milliways instead

Angua hadn't even been listening. He head had whipped around the second Carrot had entered the bar, and she looks at him alertly for a second before shaking herself out of it.

"Why would I do that?" she says, pulling a slight face.

Gaspode sighs. "Never mind. Let's go and meet Carrot. Or better, go ahead. I'll join you both soon."

He heads for the backdoor for a quick walk while the two guards reunite or whatever. Still sighing.

"Because you wouldn't," confirms Carrot, smiling. "You aren't violent - Gaspode!"

He had been eating a sandwich earlier.

Which is produced and put on the ground.

"Sandwich?"

Angua just coughs heavily, at the 'not violent' comment.

Gaspode is caught in mid of his step and turns, of course. It's not that he doesn't want to meet Carrot, not at all. He's just, well, a bit sensible about happy couples even if they are (quite) human.

"Hallo Carrot", he barks. "That's no dwarf-bread, is it?" This dog is able to grin.

"No, it's ... bread? Plain bread? The very very soft kind?"

Carrot is not good at explaining bread, it seems.

Gaspode is a lot better at eating bread. What a luck.

"Ip's pfine, pfanks."

"How have you been?"