[He'd found her package of cookies, and he half expected the plate to be broken given how last month had gone for her. It was solid and he peered at the note. Her use of language for this particular note was simple enough that he had no trouble reading it.
He looked at the cookies then at the note them back to the cookies before he used his Omni to call. Normally he wouldn't since general senses of thanks for gifts wasn't common in his culture, but Deerington and Trench had taught him the occasional mannerism.]
You don't need to send me gifts for calling you short and comparing you to baby animals.
[He realized only after the words left his month it wasn't any sign of obvious appreciation. Oh well, this was what she got.]
[Voice]
He looked at the cookies then at the note them back to the cookies before he used his Omni to call. Normally he wouldn't since general senses of thanks for gifts wasn't common in his culture, but Deerington and Trench had taught him the occasional mannerism.]
You don't need to send me gifts for calling you short and comparing you to baby animals.
[He realized only after the words left his month it wasn't any sign of obvious appreciation. Oh well, this was what she got.]
Will these poison Rampage? He did the work.
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And uh, I have no clue if horses can eat shortbread or not, ask someone who knows horses.
no subject
[He would air on the side of caution and wait to ask. Until then, he could be heard biting into a cookie and chewing.]
He can have a carrot or some other vegetable then. He will probably enjoy that more than butter and sugar.
no subject
[He can't see her hands clench at the mention of a carrot. It's for the horse, Usagi, calm down, no committing murder tonight.]
Apples, give him an apple for me then, not a carrot. NEVER a carrot in my name.
sorry i missed this! no notif!
[There was a pause as he considered her vehemence surrounding carrots. They were all vegetables to him.]
No worries
no subject