[Heather is already sprawled out on her sleeping bag, arms folded under her pillow. SHE'S ALREADY READ THE BOOK SO ITS EFFECT IS SOMEWHAT LOST ON HER.]
Well, they can learn Scratch, so obviously they must have something.
[She stifles a yawn as she speaks, reaching out to idly rub Cujo's belly-- the Growlithe in question is in the dirt next to her, all four legs sticking into the air at different angles.]
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Well, they can learn Scratch, so obviously they must have something.
[She stifles a yawn as she speaks, reaching out to idly rub Cujo's belly-- the Growlithe in question is in the dirt next to her, all four legs sticking into the air at different angles.]