>>18927708>[LILLITH is minding her business as a small boy in a suit wanders into her kitchen. Between DOG and the pasta-thing that runs the company, LILLITH has become used to all manner of creature showing up out of nowhere, so she pays it no mind. LILLITH considers warning the small thing of the danger these 'pang wings' may hold, but the kitchen requires constant supervision. LILLITH has learned: fire is hot.]DOG, meanwhile, has no compunctions about politeness. She wanders right up to the interloper and looks it right in its beady little penguin eyes.
'Woof.'
>Honk.'Woof?'
>Honk!'... Woof?!'
>Hon-honk.'Woof-woof-WOOF?!'
>Honk..!The two briefly touch foreheads, and DOG wanders in a trance back to her bed. She has a lot to think about.