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“Now if these tasty little tidbits had been served at my home, they would definitely be real and full of sugar and calories. Remember all those nibbles we had down at the bar? Also, the morning swims I would have to take afterwards? That wasn’t just for the fact that I love the water, that was because they were real food and real calories, this isn’t, so let’s have a dessert feast. I found a few old Disney movies before they got turned to trash in their later years. Lady and the Tramp?”

• Reia

“I do remember the food, very well,” Dagen said, and watching Reia swim. With his coat of fur on him Dagen getting wet was not a favorite part - well, not the drying off and carting half the beach on him. Dagen didn’t bother going around the couch but climbed over it and sat, inspecting the food choices. “Good picks,” he said then wondered at the movie. “That about a high class lady and some down and out guy meeting up?” he asked.
- Dagen

Reia’s eyes widened in mock horror as he climbed over the couch. Smiling, she simply laughed and sat down beside him. In truth she was used to these antics and secretly loved them.

“Well, kind of. They’re both dogs, you just have to see the movie trust me. Before you ask, I think this place is far too small for the types of dogs you’ll be seeing in the movie.”

• Reia

Dagen’s mouth opened to inquire then ..

“Ah …” he said, though Reia could see that his eyes were looking about and thinking, a nail absently scratching at the side of his mouth.

A dog movie. They tended to have a certain emotional quotient to them, Dagen noted, which could be good or bad. He wasn’t sure how to take that. Dagen was an emotional mess, to a degree, ever having his emotions ‘on his sleeve’ as he had been told by others. As such these kinds of movies had him wind up a bit of a mess. Perhaps it was why he liked high action holos or adventure holos. It left one more exhausted or exhilarated than effusing tears. He would see in this case. Glancing at the snacks he would need to pace himself that way. Pie wasn’t popcorn after all.

With a gesture to invite Reia over close to him he was ready .. “Do those dogs come in miniature size?” he asked …
- Dagen

Reia smiled giggled and snuggled in close to Dagen. She gave that miniature question a bit of thought before responding.

“I don’t know, probably, doesn’t everything these days? I have a feeling both our sets of elders would rather us concentrate on making something a bit more miniature and, perhaps, in our own image though. I think that’s what this box of memories and presents is all about, don’t you?”

• Reia

Dagen’s jaw went slack. “I .. yes,” he began then, “Wait, what?”

He had not gotten any of that. Dagen had thought that this was simply a fun collective care package and downsize on the part of sneaky elders. To have another motive had been lost on him. His jaw moved but nothing was coming out, nervously scratching at the back of his neck to buy time. “Really? They’ve been quiet about any of this for months .. you think they …?” his thoughts drifted off, or rather his voice, for his thoughts were in overdrive.
- Dagen