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Ray hasn't been in sight for most of today (he's been sticking things to other things and cutting things up before sticking them together, and you may take that however you like). He's had it about up to here with that for the day, though, so he's in the bar now.

Did you know that if you just ask the Bar for 'food', and you're geekish enough, she gives you this brownish stuff on a plate? It's not recognizable visually and it doesn't smell like anything particularly memorable, but it tastes ... um... not very recognizable either. It's just food.

He's got some. Yay him.

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Scribble does wolf it down, with her usual speed and singlemindedness. When the sheet starts moving, she meeps, then hangs on and begins to trill. She remembers doing this sort of thing with Naraht-and this time she doesn't ahve to squabble with her siblings over a spot. The chick continues to trill, waving her foreclaws.

Ray makes a mental note to get a red wagon for this next time, because running around with a dinosaur in a kid's red wagon would just be too cool for words. As it stands, he's got some decent space to work with in the bar. Red tends to clear the area by her very presence, so he's going to take Scribble for a ride back and forth near Mom.

REd is currently watching the pair with a tilted head-it's the closest she can come to a look of bewilderment. She's not exactly sure what's going on, but Scribble seems all right, so she'll allow it.

Scribble, meanwhile, continues trilling and waving her claws, apparently having a grand old time.

Hey, the instant Red starts to look like she's not happy with the goings-on, Ray will stop in his tracks. You don't ignore the momma carnosaur.

He glances over his shoulder at Scribble and changes direction, doing a careful figure-eight if it looks like she can hold on through the directional changes.

"Wheeeep!" Scribble continues to cheerfully wave her forelcaws, turning around so she can watch from the opposite direction.

Red just snorts at her chick then yawns, resting her head on the floor. Both her offspring and the fuzzy tickbird may be apparently insane, but they seem all right together.

Oh, even the other fuzzy tickbirds think this particular tickbird is insane.

Ray laughs and makes one complete circuit around Red before finally coming to a stop. "There you go, kiddo," he says as he crouches down. "Ride's over for now."

Scribble turns around as the ride stops, yapping at Ray and bouncing a bit. She butts her head against his knee, still waving her claws happily. Her mother may not uderstand it, but Scribble seems to enjoy the ride greatly.

Awww. Too cute. Ray reaches down to scritch her head again before dropping the last of the turkey jerky on the floor in front of her. Might as well keep it all part of the good vibe, after all.

"Snhrrt!" She bumps his hand, then gobbles down the turkey. After a moment, she yawns, and bumps Ray again with a yeep before hopping off the sheet. It looks like the excitement of Milliways (and seeing people flee from her mother) has finally started to tire her out.

Yep. Hey, that's fine. Ray needs to get some rest anyway. "You be good now, Scribble," he says with a smile.

"Yeep!" Scribble hops over to Red, who snorts and noses at the chick a bit as she settles down. Red grabs what remains of the meat chunk-there's still a pound of two left on the bone-and picks it up, setting it closer to Ray. The raptor then yawns, setting her head back down and soon beginning to snore.

Aww. Well, Ray's not going to disturb the sleeping dinosaurs by patting them, but they're both terribly cute, and he'll tell anyone so who asks. For now, he busies himself with quietly cutting the meat loose. It's time he got back his old college skills in cooking over a Bunsen burner.

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