[ -- Fish! And seaweed. For heaven's sake, she's been looking for an opportunity like this since Thanksgiving. She chats with herself happily. Finally. She hops from Lyall's shoulder and onto the table, delicately takes a roll and pads a couple steps back, setting the roll on her forepaws to situate it before gobbling down. Please continue your conversation, gentlemen, as she eats she'll be having herself a quiet echo. ]
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