[Billie watches critically as Argonaut digs into the wool happily. Seriously? Gravy is way better... isn't it? He looks down at the fluff lining his drawer for a moment as though really contemplating shoving some in his mouth, before looking back to Vyng.]
No... I just think it'd be cool! [After a beat, he adds:] Although I guess your arms would get tired.
[He flaps his arms experimentally. Yeah, no. Maybe flying wouldn't be so great. He gives into his original theory and grabs a piece of fluff and shoves it into his mouth.]
Ppppbbbttt!
[NOPE. Wool might be good for moths, but it is not acceptable for halflings. He wipes the fiber from his mouth with his hands, and sucks back a big gulp of gravy to wash the rest of it away, before looking to Argonaut.]
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No... I just think it'd be cool! [After a beat, he adds:] Although I guess your arms would get tired.
[He flaps his arms experimentally. Yeah, no. Maybe flying wouldn't be so great. He gives into his original theory and grabs a piece of fluff and shoves it into his mouth.]
Ppppbbbttt!
[NOPE. Wool might be good for moths, but it is not acceptable for halflings. He wipes the fiber from his mouth with his hands, and sucks back a big gulp of gravy to wash the rest of it away, before looking to Argonaut.]
That tastes weird. How do you eat that stuff?