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[He sighs and slumps over to sit at one of the chairs. Gwen snorts over at him, which makes him sigh again. What a life he leads.]

Bloody hell, Jamie. What does she eat? Morholt's too big to be bothered, but Iggy's still titchy.

[ he's won.

that's all james really hears, when remus collapses into one of the chairs. but rather than letting that show he just reaches up to pull gwen off his shoulders, setting her down on the ground between the and letting her shake out her wings a bit. ]

Meat, from what I've heard. She prefers rare but she'll eat cooked, and apparently she might like dog-food, but I figured for the sake of our kitchen I'm going to keep her on a separate meal plan from Morholt and Iggy.

[ gwen busies herself with the edge of the rug, and james settles back into the barstool he'd been leaning on, arms crossed over his chest. ]

You worried for the dogs or for her, Moony? Cause I'm sure both sides of that fight can hold their own. [ he says, as gwen starts waddling around under the coffee table, heading in remus' general direction. ]

[He sighs heavily again as Gwen waddles towards him. Gently he offers a socked foot, nudging it under her head. She sniffs at him, tail whipping.]

I'm worried for both of them, actually, since we don't know if she's going to try and take a chunk out of the dogs.

[ James watches her with a slight smile, as she continues to sniff curiously at his foot. ]

They're big dogs, hopefully they'll get the picture. She's been nothing but content around groups of people, animals, and anything else we passed on the way back from the pub. Her teeth aren't even completely in yet.

[Thank god, as she's begin chewing curiously on Remus' foot. But it's like a puppy, really-- he can feel her teeth, but they're blunt little things, less painful and more vaguely irritating. He shakes his foot a little, which only makes her latch on tighter, with a little growl.]

So now we have two dogs, a cat, and a dragon.

[ james laughs, nodding almost proudly at the fact. ]

That we do- another pet or two and we could start up a zoo. Or possibly a circus. [ gwen's still tugging on remus' sock, starting to move backwards almost as if she's trying to pull it off his foot. ]

They're also apparently a fan of socks, by the way. [ whoops, didn't he mention that? ] Just...so you know.

Yes, I can see that.

[He lifts his foot a little, making it easier for her to tug his sock off-- which she does, with a happy little growl.]

She is rather adorable, all things considered.

[ he laughs a little as gwen continues to gnaw on remus' sock, pulling it back under the table with her. ]

Isn't she? [ and then he's just going to go and sit down on the floor now, reaching in to tug at the sock. gwen is not pleased but plays along anyway. ] And she's light, too. She should be flying around soon but she's still got to get a handle on her wings.

[ cue growling from under the table. ]

How long til that, then? You know, she can keep the sock, I've got a lot . . .

[He peeks under-- and then gives up and clambers down from his chair, sitting on the floor as well.]

[ keeping that 'I knew you'd love her look' down to a more manageable level is about as much effort as james can put in. so he'll settle for looking quite pleased with himself while he keeps playing with gwen. ]

Couple of days, Rachel said. A few more months until she's done growing, I'd say, but there's not much else that'll change about her. Guess we lucked out on the breathing fire bit too, since now I won't have to worry about the house. Or the drapes. Or the other pets.

Or us.

[He ignores the look as best he can. Gently Remus reaches forward, rubbing at Gwen's scaly back.]

Does Lily know yet?

Or us.

[ but his tone makes it obvious that wasn't on his mind at all. whoops? but gwen instantly seems more interested in remus, crawling over closer to him at the prospect of more pets.

and james just...puts on the most sheepish grin he can. ]

Uh- yeah. 'bout that.

I'm not helping you. You're a married man; you can face your wife on your own.

[He says that sternly, very much not arguing this-- but he keeps petting at Gwen, scratching under her chin and along her chest, even rubbing at her belly once she flips over.]

I'm not asking for help. Just that...if she asks you about it. You've seen Gwen. She's harmless, and loveable, and definitely a good addition to the household.

[ not that he's nervous or anything. sirius had reassured him that remus would be the more difficult one to win over. but james wasn't so sure. ]

And your wife won't think so, because she's also a dragon. And I think you ought to talk to her about it before she even has a chance to see me, or anyone else, first.

[ pshaw, moony. james just leans back on his hands. ]

She'll just take convincing, is all. But I'm going to tell her, you don't have to worry about that. As soon as she gets home.

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