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[ A video feed of a ferret sitting very primly in a pet bed, surrounded by a variety of snacks. There's a scrap of what appears to be silk right on her paws. She stares into the camera down her nose, her head held high, then she snakes forward to turn the feed off.

(She is expecting everyone to be so jealous of her Christmas haul. It has not quite struck her that this gesture might have made ZERO SENSE.

A text message is right below the video window:]

christmas gets a pass this year
praps i judjed it too quick

anyone heard of an island called sampetra
warm sandy lots o green
full to the brim with lizards and other filth

[ ... at least she gets to the point? ]

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[ She sees the effort, Russel, she really does, so she is not at all disappointed when he falls into the trap of his own whimsical tastes. More... resigned. Well, maybe next time.

She sighs visibly, then bobs her head in greeting, pointing a paw at him, then tapping at the ground. Wait here. She twists around and dashes to the side door of the house, going through her pet door and into the living room, where she last left Lyall. She chuckles for Lyall's attention, zipping towards the front door. Visitor, Lyall! ]

[And Lyall, having been waiting for that, pushes up from his seat at his desk and comes out to investigate, opening the front door for Russel a moment later.

And offering the boy a little smile. Yet another student caught up in all this mess....]

Russel, hello.

[he blinks as she taps the ground and then races off, turning his head to watch her go. ...oh, was she telling him to stay? the front door doesn't seem to be the one with the pet door in it, hmmm, was she going inside for something then?]

[he does wait as instructed, puzzling over what her intentions might be, until the sound of the front door opening catches his attention and snaps him out of it. seeing Lyall, he jumps to his feet.]

Mr. Lyall!

[He walks over to the door, extending a hand to him because a handshake is the appropriate greeting for a former teacher] Hi, I'm friends with your ferret. [SAID LIKE IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL...]

[ She hops up on the nearest high place (probably a shoe rack, or perhaps the closest armchair) just in time to hear the dreaded phrase "your ferret". The nerve! She hisses a little, loudly enough to catch their attention she hopes, and makes a very deliberate headtilt at Russel. Whose ferret, lad? ]

[Lyall knew that was coming, and he winces just a little as he shakes the boy's hand quite seriously. Then he shuts the door, and explains:]

She isn't my ferret, lad. Stella is her own person. But I'm glad you're her friend. I'm not available as often as I'd like to keep her from getting bored enough to destroy my furniture or leave fur in my sink.

[He shoots Stella a mildly amused look at that. He's mostly teasing her, since he's the one more likely to actually destroy furniture, of the two of them.]

[oh, did she just hiss at him? ferrets can hiss? that is so weird!]

[...what is she hissing about tho?]

[his attention returns to Lyall as he explains, clearing up that confusion] Ohhh. [he leans around Lyall to call past him to Stella] Sorry Stella, I didn't mean it that way!

[ She looks deliberately at Lyall, and equally as deliberately rolls her eyes. She sees that joke, Lyall, and she won't be having such outright joy and frivolity around her. Really.

She nods at Russel. Oh, she's sure he didn't, but she will get touchy about it anyhow because she's got to draw a line about that sort of thing somewhere. She maneuvers her way over to Russel's arm and starts nosing at the gift as best as she can. To business! What is that? ]

[Lyall steps back to let the two interact. He's just the chaperone here. ... if one can really bother being a chaperone to a teenager and a ferret.]

Edited 2014-01-09 05:09 (UTC)

[DID SHE JUST ROLL HER EYES? that's...so...cute!!!!]

[ok ok he's not going to gush, he's not. really. REALLY.]

[when she starts nosing the gift, he smiles and lifts it out of her reach] Haha, okay, okay!

Here. [he leans down and presents it to her, holding it out in both hands.]

[inside is a ferret-sized tricorne hat. a fancy one, of course, because she said she was a captain in her memories!]

[ RUSSEL YOU ARE SO BAD AT THIS but she forgives him because of reasons. When she reaches the hat, she sniffs it. Oh, aye, she knows what this is, but apparently just the sight of it isn't enough to trigger anything.

Well, whatever. She dips her head after inspecting it, in approval, then noses her way under it, putting it on.

You two have two seconds to appreciate the sight of Miss Stella Ferret with a hat on her head before a tattered, white linen tunic smelling faintly of seasalt pops into view above her and falls, burying her in its folds. HEY THERE SUDDEN ECHO HOW ARE YOU. She barks out a squeak of surprise. ]

[he is waiting VERY INTENTLY, excited to see how she likes it. A grin spreads across his face when he sees her in it because WOW THAT IS JUST THE CUTEST THING, he made a very good choice--]

[and then the tunic appears]

Wh-whoa! Hey-- [WELL THAT WAS CERTAINLY UNEXPECTED]

Um... [he cautiously lifts a corner of the tunic to peer at Stella underneath] Are you okay...?

[ She pops her head out, pauses, then sneezes. Her hat's already fallen off. She bobs her head glumly, then starts sniffing around at both his face and the tunic covering her. What in seven hells just happened here? ]

Well. Apparently the other ferret was either companion to a pirate or rather larger than you are, now.

[Lyall rejoins the pair to lift the shirt, himself, laying it out on the floor beside Stella for her to investigate more fully.]

[s-so cute. both the sneeze and the sniffing. every second with stella is an exercise in self-restraint because he is PRETTY SURE she would not appreciate it very much if he picked her up and snuggled her]

[when Lyall picks up the tunic, Russel retrieves the hat and sets it neatly back on her head.]

[and then ~*starry-eyed*~ look at Lyall]

You mean she might turn into a human-sized ferret someday?!

[OMG OMG THAT'S THE COOLEST THING, HE COULD BE FRIENDS WITH A PEOPLE-SIZED FERRET]

[ Yes, thank you Russel. She rather likes the hat, even though she doesn't remember Romsca having one in the few moments she remembers. She hops down onto the shirt and continues sniffing it, balancing the hat delicately on her head as she moves along.

It's very salty! Her nose is picking up salt, and something sharper, and something greener. Her olfactories are strong, and she's putting names to the scents: brine, sand, seaweed, fish...

At Russel's question, she looks up at Lyall as well, unable to hold in an inquisitive chuckle. She knows this tunic is probably her own, but the idea of being equal in size to the walkers...! Well. ]

[The thought is a little bit more disturbing to Lyall, now that he's actually thinking about it. For one, she'd take a lot more feeding, and a much bigger bed... and it'd be impossible to hide her from the police, much less the general populace.]

It's possible. We'll have to cross that particular bridge when we come to it, if so.

Oh man. [sorry Lyall he's not concerned about logistics, that sounds super cool to him.]

I bet I could even make you a proper swashbuckling outfit too, if you wanted!

[ she's excited because it'll be easier for her to do normal human things. like using a keyboard and murdering people. you know, the usual stuff.

She looks up at Russel, then gets up on her hind legs as well as she can, clawing at the air between them before losing her balance and dropping back down on her forepaws again. THIS IS ENTHUSIASM. DO THIS FOR HER RUSSEL AND SHE MAY EVEN DEIGN HIM A CUDDLE NO MORE THAN FIVE SECONDS IN DURATION. ]

I have a feeling she likes that idea.

[Lyall sounds somewhere between amused and resigned.]

People will think I torment my pets with costumes if you start dressing up, Stella, you know this?

[Not that he really minds. Not really. But he does expect some of his fellow teachers will snicker behind their hands, when he brings her to school for an outing now and then.]

[SHE'S SO CUTE. IT IS CRIMINAL THAT SHE IS SO CUTE BUT SO PRICKLY ABOUT BEING TOLD SHE'S CUTE]

[it is a good thing Lyall is there to translate though, he definitely would not have figured out what that cuteness was supposed to indicate on his own.]

You can't discourage her like that, Mr. Lyall. She's her own person. She can dress like a pirate if she wants and it doesn't matter what anybody thinks!

[saturday morning cartoon morals might not be the best place to draw from for this. he's lighthearted enough about it that it's hard to tell if he's joking based on the correction he received earlier, or honestly defending her right to dress up. (it's a little of both.)]

[ Lyall and Stella are getting eerily close to mindreading at this stage of their relationship, and Stella finds that Lyall can guess at her side of the conversation more accurately every day.

She does suspect both motivations for saying that, Russel, but she's going to ignore them both in favor of sneezing the scent of the tunic out of her nose and scampering her way over to his feet, circling him once before facing Lyall, hopping a little on her front paws. She would like to dress up every once in a while! As far as she can tell, clothes aren't an exclusively human thing, and she does rather like the idea of showing off her finery wherever she goes. ]

[There are certain pantomimes that simply repeat themselves enough to make sense of, given the context. This one takes a little more thought, but he can at least guess it's a positive reaction to Russel's comment.]

I suppose Stella wouldn't care about the looks we get. I'm the one who has to deal with them, not her. -- And you are you own ferret, Stella, so it's really up to you. Just do have some care for what little of my reputation I have left.

[how many times can it be reiterated that Stella is adorable? and even moreso in her perfectly sized little pirate hat? and HOW MUCH MORESO in a full-on pirate outfit?!]

Awesome! I'll get started on that right away!

You're going to be the cutest pirate Locke City has ever seen, Stella!

[oh, he said it out loud, whoops...]

[ She nods at Lyall, but chitters, which promises nothing whatsoever. This is followed by THE DEEPEST FERRET SIGH AT RAIEL. Please don't make her cute. She's dashing at most.

With that done, she starts dragging her new tunic to her bed to join the rest of her loot! It's all in piles - neat piles, at someone's insistence - but piles all the same. How... does she fit something as large as this among the rest of her things? The struggle is real. ]

[Lyall can't help but smile. At least Russel is cute, himself. But with Stella heading off to her own space with her new article of very large clothing, he makes a guess:]

I think that's the end of the audience, lad. I'm sure she's very grateful for the hat.

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hang on lyall's right after me

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