[D...does he have a nose... Does he? Does he have a mouth? If absolutely nothing at all he's intrigued by there being absolutely anything in his face. Gift? Present? He looks towards Emmeryn for approval first but her Ralts stands up in her lap in an attempt to exercise the correct amount of stranger danger, taking a few very important steps partway in front of Duma.]
Now, now. Morag is a friend.
[Ralts backs off a little, at least, and Duma, delightfully useless as always, just sort of...closes his eyes and hits his face against the Old Gateau. Thaaaanks???]
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Now, now. Morag is a friend.
[Ralts backs off a little, at least, and Duma, delightfully useless as always, just sort of...closes his eyes and hits his face against the Old Gateau. Thaaaanks???]
Something tells me that isn't what that is for.
[Emmeryn just chuckles, though.]