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TEST DRIVE MEME

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He's -- [She stops herself from saying 'my familiar.' If he can't guess, he doesn't need to know.] Uh, yeah, a pet. A donkey rat, kind of a small one, br--

[Her excessively pointy ears swivel at the sound, followed by the rest of her. Then she's off like a shot, except for how she immediately falls on her face because how do you locomotion. She's back up in a flash, though, stumbling in the direction of the sound as fast as she can.]

Biscuit, I'm coming! Hold on, baby!

I've never heard of donkey rats, but a pet is a pet! [Can't be stranger than Mabari, after all, there was something wrong with that dog...

Alistair is, somehow, managing quite well on four legs. Mostly, it's gently shouldering other ponies out of the way to let the ~~darkspawn~~ lady through ahead of him. Maker knows what the pet would do if yet another stranger got all up in his personal space, after all...]

Make way, pet owner coming through! Pardon me!

[On the bright side, the ponies do seem to be getting out of the way. On the not as bright side, at least some of them are probably doing so because Asmodia looks like something that comes and eats children in the night. She barges into the shop just as Biscuit is getting himself irrevocably wedged under a low shelf. The batpony pauses in the doorway, blue eyes frantically scanning the floor, the lower-set pieces of furniture, the freaked-out ponies -- there!]

Biscuit! Don't hurt him, don't anyone hurt him! [She doesn't even seem to notice when she hits a pony with her shoulder on her way to rescue the rat. In moments she's got her hooves on him and is gently pulling him free.] Shh, shh, you're okay -- you're okay, it's me, you know me....

She's harmless, she's just here for her pet! [Alistair has barged on in pretty much right after the girl, holding up a hoof and displaying his most charming smile.]

No one is hurt, right? Just a few jostled things? Nothing broken? [As he's getting nods, Alistair is smiling with a big cheesy grin in response.]

It will be all right, smiles all around, everyone is okay--

[Stage whisper.] Is Biscuit okay?

[She's sitting on her haunches, busy stage whispering as well...to the rat. It's almost like they're having a conversation.] Yes, I know I'm a horse --

Uh. [She looks around, realizing only now that she's made herself the center of attention. At least that guy who pointed a sword at her is asking a question worth asking, rather than looking at her with annoyance or trepidation.] He's -- he's okay. Just a little scared, that's all. [Unconsciously, she hooks a foreleg around Biscuit and draws him close to her chest as if she's a child and he's her teddy bear. The donkey rat squirms a little, but is apparently only trying to get comfortable in a fairly familiar position.]

Right! Brilliant! [He grins widely, and turns to the gawkers, now.]

We'll just get him calmed down, and then be on our way, all right? Since no harm done? [Plenty of smiles and nods, so at least Alistair is being useful!]

Yeah, uh -- sorry about the yelling? [Asmodia climbs to her feet, trying to hang onto Biscuit but finding that she has to put him down in order to stand and be able to walk. The rat sticks close of his own accord, though, staying almost literally underfoot as she moves. Asmodia doesn't seem to take any special care not to step on him as she walks back toward the door, giving the other ponies leery looks, but somehow he always weaves out of the way just as it seems one of her hooves will come down on him.] I'll just, uh...be going now.

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