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[Boone watches as the dog messily eats the dumpling, clearly enamoured by it already. He sits up straight again, his steak half-forgotten, but not before giving the puppy a few quick scratches behind the ears.]

Kinda makes me miss Rex. Wonder if I could bring him here.

[He looks over at Egon, as though looking for his opinion.]

None of the monsters here would bother him. Probably safer here, too.

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I don't see why you couldn't, I believe most people here don't care to bother with others' pets, and I believe they come back just like we do if something happens.

[Slimer walks in a few circles before curling up between their feet with a soft 'whuff' on the tile. The puppy doesn't have that luxury, but Egon certainly plans to take good care of him.]

[He also offers a pierogi to Boone.]

Want one? They're potato and cheese.

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Hmm.

[He looks thoughtful, obviously seriously contemplating the possibility. Then Egon offers him something, and he snaps out of it.]

Oh, sure. Thanks.

[He looks down at his steak as he takes the food, realising it's getting cold. Not that he minds too much, but he should probably start to actually eat it.]

Back home we ate a lot of steaks when we were travelling. Mole rats and bighorners aren't too hard to come by, and we'd cook the meat over a fire. Kinda miss that.

[hauntpadour]

[Boone deserves a good companion, some happiness. He does hope that he gets his dog. It would also be interesting to study, perhaps.]

I don't know about the appeal of rat steaks. It's mostly beef here, though I'm sure any steak is a good one if it's done correctly.

I'm a pizza or hoagie person, myself.

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Mole rat steak isn't so bad. Beats grilled mantis legs.

[Boone will eat pretty much anything, but that doesn't mean he has to like it.]

Never had pizza before I came here. Actually, there's a lot of stuff here that I never had back home. Some people I know don't even know what a fish is, but it's mostly what I eat here.

[He doesn't know if his fish diet would be sustainable if he was sent home. Not that it would matter if he turned back into a human.]

[hauntpadour]

Grilled... mantis legs.

[Okay. Okay, don't question it. He's from a world ravaged by radiation and mutants.]

Fascinating. I do hope you like most of what you've tried.

Have you had a lox bagel yet?

[Well, it's fish. Fish is good.]

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A lot of what I've tried is pretty good. Never had a lox bagel though, what is it?

[He finally starts on his steak, but he still seems a little distracted. Whether it's by the dog or Egon's confession, it's not clear.]

[hauntpadour]

Smoked salmon on a bagel, typically with cream cheese, capers, and red onion.

[Egons expression continues to be one of slight concern, but he'll chalk it up to the dog. He doesn't want to push something now that may just make him worse in Boone's eyes.]

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Salmon, huh... yeah, I should try it sometime.

[It's not hard to convince Boone to try something if it has salmon in it.]

Kinda weird, huh. How changing into a bear made me crave fish. Seems so pointless.

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Fish is something commonly associated with bears. Maybe the fog god thinks she's funny.

I'm just glad that I've not gotten the urge to take up righteous acts of holy justice.

[Not that he's not already a person with strong morals and a sense of right and wrong, but judging people personally and exacting an angel's idea of purity might be a little far.]

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Maybe. She's not.

[And dammit, he hopes she's listening. Hear that, fog god? You're not funny.]

I dunno, be careful about saying things like that. She might make you do it.

[And Boone would absolutely fall into the category of people needing to be punished.]

[hauntpadour]

I'm not frightened by her, not at this point.

[And his proper sense of humor died years ago. Egon stirs his drink before giving slimer another small piece of pierogi, this one full of sausage.]

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Not saying to be frightened of her. Just... wary of what she can do.

[Boone is a naturally suspicious man who comes from a harsh world, so maybe it comes easier to him.]

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[Probably so. Egon nods, conceding.]

Fair enough.

I do need to speak with her personally, sometime soon.

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Yeah, you said.

[While they were high, admittedly. Egon may not remember.]

Still not sure it's a good idea, but I won't stop you.

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[He remembers very little of that, other than "boobies" on a calculator and flowers and how soft Boone was. Boone was very soft.]

...yes.

[Ah hell this whole dinner is going to be awkward, but he'll try his damndest to make it good.]

I'll be careful. I have no intentions of going to her.

But you don't have to worry, let's enjoy our dinner.