a battlefield for my heart

Rory clutched Vladdie a little more tightly so as to curb his wriggling, and raised an eyebrow at Anakin. "This'll be fun," she promised. "I know it's not really your thing, but I promise no one will make you act like poultry,"

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"But I have to socialize my reptile not dirty," he said, holding up Yoda in his tank. "So I think we're at a bit of a stalemate."

He knocked at the door with his free hand.

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Angela hopped off the bed-slash-couch and opened the door. "Hey!," she said. "So good to see you guys. And Vladdie and Yoda."

She gestured to the cushions. "C'mon in. There are snacks and stuff, and Marty's out getting something to drink."

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Vladdie yipped a hello. "Hey," Rory said with a grin, clinging to him as she stepped in. "Is Min afoot? I don't want to traumatize her via doggie."

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Min was in. She rose from her cushion, puffed up and hissed at Vladdie.

"Minerva, be nice," Angela said, trying to sound stern. "He's just a baby."

She tucked her hair back. "She hasn't really been around dogs a lot," she explained. "Give her some time to calm down and she'll be fine.

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"He'll stick to the ceiling if I tell him to," Rory said confidently. "How's she with turtles?"

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"Yoda can totally go back to the room if you'd like," Anakin said hopefully.

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Angela tilted her head to look at Yoda. "But he looks so happy to be here," she decided, for God knows what reason. "He has to stay."

Min was now sniffing at Vladdie, whiskers quivering.

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Vladdie yipped happily at Min and wiggled out of Rory's arms to fly over to say hi.

"See, that's what I say," Rory said, nodding. "Yoda yearns to be a social butterfly on the inside."

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Anakin looked deeply suspicious. "He can turn into a butterfly?" he asked.

Yoda was asleep and missing this entire exchange.

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"Yes," Rory said seriously. "Soon he'll go into a cocoon and emerge shortly thereafter with wings and antennae."

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Anakin looked at Angela. "Really?"

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Angela made her eyes very wide and tried to keep from laughing. "I have seen it happen," she said. "One day a turtle, the next a butterfly. it's really cool."

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Anakin blinked at Yoda.

Yoda continued to sleep.

"Huh."

He put the tank down on the desk and turned around. "So what are we watching tonight?"

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"We have The Realguy Show," Angela said. "It's about a guy whose whole life is a TV show. And Marty thought you might like Humphrey Bogart, Anakin, so we rented Casablanca and The Maltese Falcoln."

She left off his suggestions about movies with bells in them. It would take a very long time to explan.

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"I haven't seen any of them," Anakin said, squeezing onto the bed well away from Min. "They sound good to me."

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Min harrumphed and escaped for the space under the bed, perhaps to dream of a world in which she was queen and there were no flying dfogs or boys with braids.

Angela's hand skittered out. "Casablanca is a classic," she said, then her eyes skittered to Rory and Anakin and she realized what a bad idea it would be. "But Realguy Show is funny, and, um, ... yeah. Funny is good. I only have the laptop, so we might ned to squish a little." She took a seat on the bed, leaving room for Rory next to Anakin.

"So how have you guys been this weekend?," she asked. She was willing to start without Marty, but it couldn't hurt to wait just a couple minutes.

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"It was our anniversary on Friday," Rory said, taking a seat between them. "And other than that, I have had an exceptionally boring weekend. How are things with you, oh em gee? Anything interesting?"

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