After a day at the campgrounds, divided between
saying goodbye and a strong case of
luau-related deja-vu, Xander is in the kitchen, making a peanut butter sandwich.
For a ferret. As you do.
 Bridge |
Bridge was helping. And by "helping" we mean "perched on the table, peering over at the counter and watching Xander make the sandwich."
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 Xander |
"It's probably not actually good for ferrets to eat peanut butter sandwiches, y'know," Xander says. ...while he's cutting the crusts off, yes.
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 Bridge |
Bridge rolls his eyes. //And if I were *actually* a ferret, I'd probably agree. But I'm just a human *shaped* like a ferret. There's a difference.//
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 Xander |
"Not to your little ferrety digestive system. But you'll probably be human again before it stunts your growth or whatever - that's the only reason I'm doing it." Not because he's wrapped around Bridge's little...uh... paw. Nooo.
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 Bridge |
Bridge snorts, and opens his mouth to reply-
and suddenly isn't a ferret anymore.
"Uh, hi?"
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 Xander | "......"
Xander's ellipses brought to you tonight by the fact that Bridge is not a ferret anymore.
And is still sitting on the table.
Remember that roll of clothes that's currently in the gym bag Xander was carrying around all day?
Yeah.
"...Hi."
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[Proceeds towards NWS-ness
here, in a filtered post.]