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"More importantly, she's house trained." Bob says with a grin.

"Liiiiiidddle tiny horse poops." Adam observes.

"See, you get it" his fellow Kinian says "her name is Raindrop"

A surprised snort and then a spate of giggles.

"Well, I thought it was raining when she first landed in my hair" The kinian says

Raindrop whinies, shyly. Oh she's as shy as Star is bold.

"Is she too small for a sugar cube?"

"Oh no, not too small, but it does set her full of energy for about a half hour then she naps"

"I wouldn't feed her more than one sugar cube a day"

"Has she had one today?"

Oh, Raindrop peeks around Bob's head at the mention of sugar cubes. Little ears going up.

"As a matter of fact, no. Would you like to give her one?" Bob offers

"May I? I have some left from the big horses..."

"Sure.. just spread it out on your palm, and..well, be patient. She's shy"

She nods, and cracks one into pieces across her broad blue palm.

Raindrop skitters... then seems to loop towards Dagmar, then back away again. She sniffs... then...screwing up her courage, the tiny winged horse hovers over the palm, and like a humming bird holding position over a flower, dines. Crunch lick munch

Something sniffs at Adam's foot

It takes a bit, but soon the sugar cube is devoured and the little horse stands, only for a moment, on Dagmar's large open palm. Raindrop spreads her wings.

"....hi?"

Raindrop gives a happy kind of tail swish of gratitude... then... the sugar kicks in.

"Might want to duck" Bob says

Eyebrow.

As if someone launched a BULLET, the tiny horse flaps her wings and shoots past Dagmar's head! She zips and zorks about, buzzing by, and bouncing off of things.

and people

Another spate of laughter

Prance and bounds swoops!

"You just have to let her wear herself out after a sugar cube, but you see why no more than one a day right?" Bob says

"For sure."

The cats are going crazy... oh they are the teased by cruel winged horse thing

"Odin would lose his mind..."

"Ah well, don't feed her sugar about odin then?" Yup. Bob's making a pitch.

"How much for this dog?" A voice

The Sidhe noble is eyeing a three headed pitbull Chimera

She eyes the sidhe - is it one she recognizes?

An out of towner, an irritated looking Ailil

looks like he was in a fight but has sense been healed up. Bit of blood on some voile with holes in it

Adam quiets.

Eyebrow.

"AH well , sir... all the chimerical shots.. taken.. 75 dollars.. odn't worry, it's not per head.. or three chunks of dross.." Bob says "Provided you can.."

"Yes yes," The Ailil says and reaches for a wallet

Eyes narrow.

Beastly Bob hands the hammer to the startled Ailil 'Save your money until you've taken the test, sir."

"This is.. oh very well" the Ailil lets' go of the dog and reaches for the hammer. He swings it with all his might and...

it rises past Douchbag abuser, beyond 'unhealthy lifestyle' and it lands on... 'Negligent'

"I'm sorry,. Sir. I can't sell to you." Bob says, "I do apologize."

"Rules of my business , sir" The pooka gestures to the sign that reads them out. "I am afraid my animals are not for you"

"He said he couldn't." Dag steps forwards, folding her arms. "I don't think you have any more business here."

"And who are you pray tell?" The Ailil sneers, "A defender of Fae blooded mongerels?" It's clear he doesn't mean the dog

"I am Dame Dagmar Hammerstrike ap Gwydion. And yes, I defend those who need it."