Creature Languages, 1/23

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream waits until most of the class has gathered and a small purple dragon has joined him before addressing the class. A plate of chocolate chip cookies sits on his desk; there are enough for students as well as his guest.

"Hello.

As we discussed last week, you will spend today talking with the dragon Lockheed. I trust you have all prepared questions for him in his native tongue.

I will be in my office after class for any questions."

Dream then leans back against his desk, arms crossed, and waits for Lockheed to introduce himself. He can translate if needed.

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Re: Dream office hours, 1/23

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi hovers near the door to Dream's office but not in front of it, trying to make up her mind.

If she is not noticed she will eventually wander off without going in.

Re: Dream office hours, 1/23

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream notices her and stands in greeting. "Are you feeling quite well now, Miss Longstocking?"

Re: Dream office hours, 1/23

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hello Professor Dream... I am. Thanks to a bunch of people I'll never be able to thank properly. Which includes you... I don't think there's enough pepparkakor in the world go give out that would sufficiently express how I feel. We were all a bit sketchy on the details at first for some reason but." Her lip quivers a bit.

"I'm pretty sure you helped a bunch of people into a position were they were able to save my life."

She attempted to give him a hug suddenly and with great gusto.

Re: Dream office hours, 1/23

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Surprised, Dream lets the girl hug him. Eventually, he even reaches down and awkwardly hugs back. Well, he pats her back, anyhow, but that's almost a hug.

"I did my job. Mr. Sandburg ought to improve his meditation," he says. "And the one you call Sharky ought not to bother you again, by the way."

Re: Dream office hours, 1/23

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi, still holding onto Dream, looks up.

"You do it very well. Yes, poor Blair says he's rather off on meditation for a little while, and I have to get a note from the clinic before he'll go back to teaching me." she finally lets go and starts fiddling with her backpack.

"I rather had a feeling that Sharky was gone for good. I think he may have been keeping tabs on me or something some how because... I feel, well. I didn't notice it while it was there but it's gone now..."

She produced and held out to Dream, a round silver tin of cookies (http://static.flickr.com/12/89380835_44025c4faf.jpg?v=0).

"These are for you. Thank you."

Re: Dream office hours, 1/23

[game-of-you.livejournal.com]

Dream smiles when he sees the cookies. He is rather partial to heart-shapes.

"You are welcome. Take care, Miss Longstocking."