Oh, a little spin! It is a touch juvenile, but Rue claps their great paws together with delight, cooing out a soft, happy noise at their slippery captor's tricks.
"How darling they are!"
To the owlbear, they only see a child showing off to their parent - mom. mom! are you looking?!?! - so Rue is grateful for Javert's interpretation, whether it is correct or not. A different perspective is quite helpful or Rue might just be stuck here until their children bust in to save them.
"Oh yes, what a wonderful idea." Rue retrieves their bag of macarons and delicately pinches one between their sharp talons before popping it into their beak and swallowing it whole. "Mmm, how utterly wondrous! Thank you. Would you like a sweet too, little shark? Are you feeling left out?"
Let them just drop a pink cookie right into the water, where it will float at the surface until it crumbles to soggy, wet pieces of sugar and almond flour.
"My friend, Javert-" A little wave of their paw in the man's direction, as if the shark cares in the slightest. But Rue cares, there is something within the man they can't identify that worries their nerves. To be left to his own devices? Not if they have anything to say about that. "-And I would very much enjoy it if you let us return home. Would you mind terribly if we left? I have laundry on the line and I'd like to collect it before it rains."
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"How darling they are!"
To the owlbear, they only see a child showing off to their parent - mom. mom! are you looking?!?! - so Rue is grateful for Javert's interpretation, whether it is correct or not. A different perspective is quite helpful or Rue might just be stuck here until their children bust in to save them.
"Oh yes, what a wonderful idea." Rue retrieves their bag of macarons and delicately pinches one between their sharp talons before popping it into their beak and swallowing it whole. "Mmm, how utterly wondrous! Thank you. Would you like a sweet too, little shark? Are you feeling left out?"
Let them just drop a pink cookie right into the water, where it will float at the surface until it crumbles to soggy, wet pieces of sugar and almond flour.
"My friend, Javert-" A little wave of their paw in the man's direction, as if the shark cares in the slightest. But Rue cares, there is something within the man they can't identify that worries their nerves. To be left to his own devices? Not if they have anything to say about that. "-And I would very much enjoy it if you let us return home. Would you mind terribly if we left? I have laundry on the line and I'd like to collect it before it rains."