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Fenn apparently did not share his fascination. She looked at him for a moment, then turned away to go enjoy the godawful lunch they'd been provided by their sitter. Fig was not so easily distracted. Plus, he still wanted his milk.

The boy blinked up at Towhee in fascination. She was just a large blob to him, but he'd never seen such a big blob before, so she was still pretty intriguing. Especially as some of her blob parts began to move. His little mouth hung open as she signed at him and his head canted heavily to the right. When she leaned down to nudge him, he turned to continue to stare at her face with wide eyes.

His world had apparently just gotten a whole lot more awesome. But before the shock could wear off and joy could take him, he was being nudged toward his arch nemesis.

The meat slurry.

With an indignant squeak, Fig turned away and tried to smush himself into some part of big blurry Towhee. He probably found her paw, but it could just as easily have been her face for all he was able to see. He opened his jaws wide and tried to find something to suckle. There had to be milk somewhere in this place. There had to be. And by god, with this new magical power he'd obtained, he was going to find it.