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I am also acutely aware of the distant scent of catnip.
(His new tail raises up in interest and his eyes go wide.)
I am suddenly struck with the urge to play with string...
@truemagicMaster (There is a strange gurgling sound from the expanding patch on the floor as suddenly an arm emerges from the ground, then a shoulder.
And finally, Alter’s head pokes out.)
Here boy, over here...
@truemagicMaster YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO HEAR ME SAY THA—
@ArchimedesPosts Not /that/ cake you awful little hedgehog of a man.
If there were any cake of that sort I would eat, it would NOT be yours.
@truemagicMaster “Zoey”...
Oh what a lovely name!
It reminds me of sunflowers in summer!
Which in turn reminds me of one of my many trips to the continent!
Oh the tales I could tell!
And you are a master too?
Such prestige!
@truemagicMaster W-Well you are hardly “silly”.
Misguided with certain observations from time to time yes, but you are a capable and reliable individual when it is of most vital importance!
Still, the throne certainly took its time.
I place no blame upon you for it.
(Alter is on the mooncell as usual, watching the various surveillance monitors with a bored expression.)
Hmph...even with its conveniences and positives, this place causes me to feel rather dull.
At times like this I must confess I do miss my dear friend Toby.