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[no_ufo_ending]

From a distance.

_{[Henry says this a little firmly. He knows Heather isn't going to walk in the door and plop Snitter into his lap, but he is...concerned. He wasn't usually the type to attack other men with his teeth and nails. He's just not sure what's going to happen when he's in the same room with this unnatural disco robo dog.]}

[foolishwren]

That's fair.

I won't let him come over and just vehemently rub his helmet on you.

_{[Which is a thing he does. She now has scrapes and rips in her jeans that WEREN'T a fashion statement.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

Thanks. It's tough enough when Flotsam tries to crawl into my lap. Her shell is so pointy.

[foolishwren]

Haha, she must be getting big, huh?

_{[She doesn't remember exactly when the Lapras hatched, only that most of the time she's been home over the summer, the most she'd seen of Flotsam had been a lot of happy splashing out in the pool.]}