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victory_road2024-01-04 01:11 am
viscora) wrote in victory_road2024-01-04 01:11 am
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[The scene that comes up on the feed is a very cozy one indeed: a pot of soup? Stew? Something like that on the stove of a small apartment kitchen, with a clutch of eggs wrapped around the main living area of said apartment, covered in blankets and a hot water bottle or two. Yes, there is a tacky Christmas mug filled with some sort of hot beverage on the table. It's being watched by a sushi-shaped dragon at the moment.
Laszlo is holding one of the eggs as they wrap it in Yet Another Blanket.]
There is something I do not understand. My uncle, you see, he used to breed hunting dogs.
[They pet a very bread-tastic dog next to them on the couch. The dog yawns, her accomplishments in egg-laying not going unappreciated.]
Why do they lay eggs.
Laszlo is holding one of the eggs as they wrap it in Yet Another Blanket.]
There is something I do not understand. My uncle, you see, he used to breed hunting dogs.
[They pet a very bread-tastic dog next to them on the couch. The dog yawns, her accomplishments in egg-laying not going unappreciated.]
Why do they lay eggs.
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[ You seem...sheltered. ]