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John Preston inna bar. Mulling over the state of affairs in his world with a cup of tea, petting Ludwig. Ludwig, for his part, is sitting idly by watching people.

Someone might wanna tell him to eat something.

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"Amanda." she extends her hand in greeting again.

She begins to pet him. Applying some pressure but not enough to hurts him, just the way most dogs she's met seems to like. "Where did you find him? He is so very lovable."

*grins*

[OOC: BTW, saw the movie and Swoons]

Preston shakes her hand warmly, "Please, call me Preston."

The dog licks amanda's hand, "On a raid." he'd rather not talk about it.

"Alright, Preston." he is far warmer then the last time thy met, a bit less ridged. "He seems like a gem." She wont press.

Suppose that fate brings people and their pets together.

"A gem?" Preston loks at Ludwig, "...he's not a rock..."

"It's an expression. Comparing something to the beauty and/or rareity of a gemstone." she explains kindly.

The puppy wags his tail again and looks at Preston panting, Preston nods, "But...how can he be as beautiful as a gemstone..."

A muscle in his neck twitches, "Gems are classified EC-10."
But so are dogs Preston.

"He is sweet and comforting and can bring as much if not more joy then any gemstone." Can you belive this is Amanda talking. To be faire she is just trying to explain the meaning behind the expression, she isn't actually giving her opinion on the matter.

"What does it mean to be classified EC-10?" she wonders.

"To be forbidden." Preston says, "...contraband."
He steps a few inches cloers and pets the dog, nothing in his touch or in his gaze, he's still new on the idea of personal space and all that. Nothing to it.

"things that would tempt you to feel."

"Why would a society make feeling illegal? I can't imagine that something like that would work." she remembers the days of prohibition.

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