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[b][u]Tagress: Park[/b][/u]

[i]“Lucien! Lucien! Show us your animal summons! I wanna see them all!" "You can make a bear, can't you? Do that one first." "You're pretty much a bear yourself."[/i]

Trixie, who had been scraping off the thick nasty cat hair that evil lady infected her body with, immediately stopped what she was doing and snapped her attention in the summoner's direction. She remained perfectly still as she spoke. "Animal summons? Animal 'summons'? Making bears? Like... wait... were all of those strangely nice and helpful animals [i]you?[/i]

"Oh

"My

[i]"Cheesepuffs."[/i] Once again she picked up on a burst of energy and charged towards Lucien, tackling him and clinging onto his robes in sheer excitement. "What other animals can you make!? I wanna see I wanna see I wanna fghkjgfd"

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Amy seemed to reciprocate Trixie's enthusiasm, albeit with a calmer temperament. Following Dylan's offer, she made her way over towards the alcoholic basket and plucked a favorite bottle for herself. "Don't mind if I do ~♪" Just as she used her disturbingly sharp fingernails to cut open the thin foil wrapped around its neck and top, Moira called out to her, waving a bottle over her head. However Amy didn't bother catching at all what the label said; over the years she's learned to recognized alcoholic contents purely by the bottle shape, its transparency or thickness of opaqueness, and the colored liquid inside. To anyone who questioned her, she'd insist every bottle looked as different as a fingerprint...

She approached the berserker, getting a closer look at it, almost analytical. "Hmmm... looks familiar." With a wink she added, "Thanks for the offer. I'll have a glass of that too while we're at it. But first..." She slid her free hand up the red wine bottle she held, enjoying the cold from its smooth surface running along her skin.

"Ah, gods. I haven't felt this good in days." Perhaps the break at the hospital [i]was[/i] what she needed. Some time away from everyone as well as life in general to just rest and think to herself. It seems the others have taken it for granted, if not cursed their entire stay there, but Amy made sure every moment there counted. At least, other than the times everyone broke into her room like it was a bar or something.

Now all that was left was for her to take a seat as well. Initially she wandered towards Dylan's easel, interested in watching first-hand how deftly the artist painted when not pressured by the possibility of death. Then she realized how awkward watching over someone's shoulder must be for them, even if they possessed incomparable talent. She was dead set on watching him anyway. At least until--

"Oh... oh..." A tear welled up in the cleric's eye. She dropped into a squat, gently petting the brown mound of fur by her foot. "Poor thing's just sitting here waiting to eat... oh... my heart."

Amy reached over to one of the baskets sitting beside her, digging around for some giant pieces of lettuce or cabbage or... something green. They, they like, they like vegetables, right?

Once she plucked out a handful of greens, she nestled herself a tad closer to Dylan's easel. After which she quietly ushered Kapi to follow and sit beside her. Hopefully Dylan didn't mind her stealing a glance every so often at his upcoming masterpiece, because she was going to do so whether he liked it or not anyway~