She looks up at the tattooed man questioningly, reaching up to smooth down her hair just in case any flyaway locks have revealed her ears.
(Even with illusion a body can't be too careful.)
"Should I know what that is? The chips part, I mean. And -- how the fish is prepared?"
Heavily spiced things and mabari digestive systems do not mix.
For example.
"And, well. Fish bones are bad for dogs. If you have rabbit or the like, that would work better. It's not as if he can de-bone his own fish. Liranan, I mean."
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She looks up at the tattooed man questioningly, reaching up to smooth down her hair just in case any flyaway locks have revealed her ears.
(Even with illusion a body can't be too careful.)
"Should I know what that is? The chips part, I mean. And -- how the fish is prepared?"
Heavily spiced things and mabari digestive systems do not mix.
For example.
"And, well. Fish bones are bad for dogs. If you have rabbit or the like, that would work better. It's not as if he can de-bone his own fish. Liranan, I mean."