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[sulahnan]

Batty Batkins isn't the size of a dragon.

[wythersake]

Have you seen a dragon?

[sulahnan]

Uh, yeah, [ Duh. ] One flew over us in the jungle, and Batty's way smaller than those dragonlings were.

[wythersake]

He's a growing boy.

[sulahnan]

I guess it's a good thing he lives in the aerie now, huh...

[ ...AH! ]

Beetles, Isaac, that's what I was asking before the avant-goat violinning.

[wythersake]

Speaker Fabria keeps them.

[sulahnan]

D'you give him all your bugs or somethin'?

[wythersake]

These pre-date our acquaintance.

[sulahnan]

Ours? Or yours?

[wythersake]

Both? Unless you've some previously undisclosed past within the Grand Necropolis —

[sulahnan]

[ An exceptionally doofy laugh. ]

Maybe I was born in the Gram Nepro—Nepop—popotamus, you don't know!

[wythersake]

Maker, your poor mother.

[sulahnan]

She's undoublety disapparated with her daughter, whenever she is.

[ r/ambien ]

[wythersake]

Disparaître?

[sulahnan]

Dis...dispropointed?

[wythersake]

Disproportionnée?

[sulahnan]

Dis...des...

[ She snaps her fingers. ]

Déçu.

[wythersake]

Ah.

[ "i'm sure she's not, athessa, you have plenty to be proud of" ]

You and I both.

[sulahnan]

[ "lol like what?" ]

How come? You smeem...smee. [ huff. ] Seem. Fine. You seem fine.

[wythersake]

We did not part on pleasant terms.

[ is perhaps an understatement ]

[sulahnan]

...cos of magic?

[wythersake]

Yes.

[sulahnan]

'msorry. You. You dessert better.

[wythersake]

Mn. [ emotions are gross ] Whatever you're doing, keep out of truffle.

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs. ]

Sweet Issac, dearly, you know I'm a sheep!