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I can't just keep a lamb in my room.

Iris!

I didn't say anything about fault. I was expressing shock and disbelief.

Do you have an excess of grass in your room?

No. Not any space, neither, and now it all smells like sheep.

Edited 2013-11-29 00:41 (UTC)

I have to ask.

What does a sheep smell like?

Um.

Like sheep shit?

At the moment, anyway.

...Yeeeah....

Maybe we should start looking into rehoming before someone starts feeling like lambchops for dinner.

She wouldn't be any good right now, she's starving. All wool and bones. Better fatten her up a bit first, and by then we might be fond of her.

You might. Someone else might not.

Exactly how big is your room? Appropriately sheep-sized?

No, not at all. It's just the bedroom and things.

Where did the sheep come from, then?

We.

Stole it.

You and Iris.

And Door!

You two dragged Door into this? Door was an innocent!

They dragged me into this!

You've been here longer! And Door's a warden!

She helped us escape.

Can all three of you go one port without abducting livestock?

You're in cahoots. All three of you. You're in cahoots together.

Edited 2013-11-29 01:37 (UTC)

Would you rather us in separate cahoots?

Technically a separate cahoots would be a cahoot.

There's no singular of 'cahoot'.

Of course there is. I was in cahoots with my preparatory academy's grammatical and linguistic club. Ask anyone.

Club wasn't worth much, then, was it?

Not at all. But to a twelve year old, it's very prestigious.

I suppose you were very proud.

As proud as I could get at that age.

Which is to say, not very. It was a small scale on the imagined ladder of personal accomplishments.

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