fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

Well. As it turned out, traveling across the country with a seven-foot dinosaur in tow was an experience very similar to hell on earth. Not only had Gert been checked by TSA agents roughly forty times throughout the journey, not to mention flight attendants on the plane itself, and not only had she incurred all kinds of additional pet fees (paid for by Captain America and whoever was paying him, but still), but she also had a seriously antsy ~~velociraptor~~ deionychus to deal with. Between that and the expected grouchiness from having been traveling all day, by the time Gert reached the Portalocity lounge in the airport where she was supposed to wait for the Fandom High shuttle, she was not in the best of moods.

The one good thing was that she at least didn't have very much luggage. She stuffed her single backpack under a chair and then flopped down in it, patting the seat beside her for Old Lace to follow suit. Now she just had to hope that whoever was driving this bus showed up punctually, because she was rapidly getting tired of this airport and was about ready to take a nap.

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A big, scaly puppy that could eviscerate a person with her toes if she wanted to!

Jack was really choosing to focus on the puppy part, though, smiling as he ran his fingers over the scaly skin of her nose, and then reached back to scratch behind her ear.

"You are a good dino," he murmured, clearly pleased with the attention, himself. "Aren't you?"

Cue another happy pant -- although this time, Gert actually looked up, spotted Old Lace panting at nothing, and hooked her arm around her dinosaur's neck before bringing Old Lace in close for scritches.

What? It wasn't like there was anyone there who'd been appreciating quality dino time, right?

...Sorry, Jack.

"C'mere, girl," Gert murmured, petting Old Lace's head. "I know this airport's gross. We'll be somewhere even grosser soon, but it should at least be better-heated."

"Hey!" Gert was now getting a sour look from Jack, complete with furrowed brow and wrinkled nose. "It's not that cold, is it?"

... Well, it could get colder. If Jack really wanted it to be. He refrained from bringing the temperature in the room down a few degrees just to show how put-out he was by that comment, instead leaning a little closer, so that he could scratch behind Old Lace's ear again.

Because that's just what she needed, right? Affection in stereo?

Gert was from L.A.! Everything was cold to her.

Old Lace, on the other hand, was just happy to be popular, so while Gert looked pretty satisfied with the almost purr-like noises coming from the dinosaur, Jack could take at least partial credit for some of those himself.

Old Lace was officially Jack's favorite dinosaur. Granted, she was the only dinosaur that Jack knew... but still? Totally his favorite.

"There's a good girl," he murmured, settling down in the seat and contenting himself to keep petting and scratching. "Who's the best dinosaur I've ever known?"

Considering she was the only one he'd met in 300 years, that was probably a trick question.

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