Third floor common room [Saturday morning]

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Cade was being followed around by a karking animal today. A talking karking animal called a hy-eeda or something.

"STOP EATING THE COCOA PUFFS."

...that apparently shared Cade's taste in breakfast cereal.

"Kark me," Cade groused, flopping onto a sofa.

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[robinonadderall]

"It's a thing that I do," Stiles said. "Being reasonable. Definitely a thing."

[myownface]

"One of those life skills I never bothered to pick up on," Sparkle mused. "I'm more like one of those, 'those are my damn socks, stay out of them,' people. It's the principle of the whole thing."

"What's yours is mine," the ermine in the bag informed him haughtily. "The sooner you accept that, the sooner we can all get back to being happy!"

[robinonadderall]

"I kinda agree with whatever's in the bag, dude," he said. "You're kinda just making things tougher on yourself."

[myownface]

"She should know better!"

"Look who's talking!"

They were made for one another, really.

"Here," Sparkle grumbled, opening the bag and pulling the weasel out at Stiles. "You take her. I hope you'll both be very happy together."

It didn't quite work like that, Sparks.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, dude, any other circumstance and I'd be happy to take a backpack weasel," he said. "But you're gonna be in a lot of pain if you're separated from that thing."

[myownface]

"Can't we, like, trade or something?"

Desperation, thy name was Sparkle.

[robinonadderall]

"No way!" Stiles said. "Olesia's awesome and I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

[myownface]

"Of course she's awesome! You got a dog."

Yes, Sparkle. Yes he did.

"I could act like a dog," Reyna insisted, looking a little offended as she scrabbled for purchase, trying to get up to Sparkle's shoulder. "Bark bark!"

It was not terribly convincing.