[The Sentrets almost get a double-take out of Heather when she notices them-- she'd been so focused on the camera she hadn't even seen them at first.]
[Remembering EVERY SINGLE INDIVIDUAL SCRATCH she'd received from Arty all at once, she shoots them a strained grin, takes the camera, and starts to slooowly back down the tree.]
Nice l'il raccoon things...
[Carousel, meanwhile, is content to stand sentry over Henry until Heather makes her way back over. He can pat her nose if he wants to, poor bastard.]
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[Remembering EVERY SINGLE INDIVIDUAL SCRATCH she'd received from Arty all at once, she shoots them a strained grin, takes the camera, and starts to slooowly back down the tree.]
Nice l'il raccoon things...
[Carousel, meanwhile, is content to stand sentry over Henry until Heather makes her way back over. He can pat her nose if he wants to, poor bastard.]