[ Magic -- or what looked like magic -- wasn't unheard of at all in Jake's world. Heck, for most of his life, the dog thought he was magic. Recent developments proved that to not be the case, but there's a certain familiarity with the conjuring. It didn't line up perfectly with Jake's experience with wizards, but the multiverse was a big place.
His tail begins to wag immediately, diving into the food face first with a gusto that spoke to Jake's canine nature. ]
S'coo. [ Jake manages around a mouthful of fish and rice. Some chili may have been nice, but Jake actually didn't have much to complain about. The fish was fatty and fresh, lending the entire meal a pleasant richness. ] You ain't baf wit' an open flame, bud.
[ Jake swallows, bowl already half cleared. He sits back on his hind legs, abandoning his face first approach to eat the rest of the meal with his paw. ]
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His tail begins to wag immediately, diving into the food face first with a gusto that spoke to Jake's canine nature. ]
S'coo. [ Jake manages around a mouthful of fish and rice. Some chili may have been nice, but Jake actually didn't have much to complain about. The fish was fatty and fresh, lending the entire meal a pleasant richness. ] You ain't baf wit' an open flame, bud.
[ Jake swallows, bowl already half cleared. He sits back on his hind legs, abandoning his face first approach to eat the rest of the meal with his paw. ]
What're you doing out here?