Thaum: Bugtanical Gardens
Dylan cast a forlorn look over his shoulder, the cafe with rich coffee aroma barely in sight. It would have taken them 5 minutes - surely they could have spared that? Still, the bug catching contest should be fun. If Don would stop shrieking that is.
“Easy Big Bro,” he said with a smile. “Not all bugs are ‘gross.’ Just think of butterflies, right? Soft and graceful, full of amazing colors and patterns. That’s not so bad, is it? And besides,” he gestured towards Trixie with the net, “we’re in a group. You don’t have to touch it if you don’t want to.”
“I’m sure it’ll be alright, if not fun!” Estelle grinned. “This is something different, huh? We can go and try and find the biggest bug we can, and Lisette and Dylan can draw them!”
“Exactly!” Dylan grinned, though he wished he had brought one of his notepads with him, that way he could save the picture, but all he had was his slate and chalks. Maybe afterwards he could use the chalk picture as a base for a real one...or just do it from memory.
“B-b-b-but what am I supposed to do?!” Don fretted.
“Why don’t you just be a lookout?” Dylan suggested after a moment’s thought. “Keep your eyes peeled and point us in the right direction? We’ll handle the catching, okay?”