This Ain't a Game

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At least the unicorn had acknowledged her. That was something at least. The alien offering sandwiches made her smile, it reminded her of Ben. Though this creature was a bit more polite (and at least not as annoying) as her cousin. Seeing as that the others attentions were drawn towards other. The small girl decided to read on some magic. It was an old book she had found in the library. She was hoping to learn some good magic in order to gain some skill in the battles later to come.

[Patch]

Patch gave a bit of a sheepish shrug. That really hadn't been the brightest question he could have asked, he was sure, and he pawed at the end of his own tie briefly, not knowing quite what else to say. After a moment, however, a delicious meaty smell from Reuben's direction reached the pup's nose, and Patch looked back at the alien to see him slapping his sandwich together; the dalmatian's tail began to wag behind him, and he gave a small yip of anticipation. As Reuben held out the sandwich, Patch snatched it hungrily, only remembering a moment later to try and say "thanks" - a difficult talk with his mouth full. He took a moment to chew the large chunk he'd torn off the sandwich and swallow that.

"Thanks," he repeated, his tail still continuing to wag through the specially-cut hole in the back of his pants. Taking another bite of the sandwich, Patch continued to chew as he listened to his fellow circle member speak. "Patch," he agreed around his mouthful of half-chewed food.

"I was wondering... what are you?" he asked curiously, tilting his head as he regarded Reuben. The dal hadn't seen anything like the yellow creature before; he wasn't any type of animal that Patch was familiar with, that was for sure.

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"Don't mention it. Making sandwiches is a hobby of mine," Reuben said, taking another bite of his sandwich So much, in fact, that if left to his own devices, he tended to have towers of sandwiches sitting around, ready to consume.

"I was wondering... what are you?"

"Now that's a sensible question. I'm an alien experiment. Specifically, a genetically engineered being built for destruction. But I'd rather make sandwiches," he said, popping the rest of his sandwich into his mouth and making himself another one. Just about the only thing he liked better than making sandwiches was eating them. Let Stitch destroy what he wanted, as long as he didn't bother Reuben. He really didn't care all that much.

[ScreechFeather]

The bird-dino's face tilted to one side with a sudden twitch.  Her black orbs blinked quickly.

If he thinks I'm rude, he should see the men I have to deal with half the time, ScreechFeather thought, but didn't speak.

The archeoptryx unhooked her claws and flapped her wings a few times to lower herself safely to the ground.  She wouldn't hang out on the pony's back all day if he didn't want her there.  Besides, she mostly used Gaffer as a speed bump anyway...not that she'd say so out loud.  As she folded her wings close to her body, she kept focused from the corner of one of her eyes on the white and orange creature.  ScreechFeather's eyes shifted to the other far direction to find herself posed with an...interesting question from the little yellow experiment.

"A dragon?  I wish," Said the purple animal, almost looking flattered, "I'm no dragon.  And I'm not sure I'm familiar with where you're talking about, but I live with my tribe in the mountains."

Then, ScreechFeather tilted her head toward the animal she wasn't sure she could identify.  It took her a moment to remember what a "sandwich" was, having not been exposed directly to civilization.

"No thanks."