"He'll be all right love," Lenna told him. "He just needs time to recover.
Have you asked him if he's hungry? I'm sure Blanchie would hunt for him again."

"I doubt it, Rook never wants to eat after he has stomach problems, just
burp. You remember what that's like,"  he added with a wink.

"Oh yes...you had to tackle me to keep me from getting roasted."

"That's the size of it. Well, he's not had much healing for it, maybe the potion
will make him feel better."

*So what do you think, want something to eat? I'm sure Blanchie would,
er, hunt for you.*

<<I'm so embarrased. Don't do that, I can't live it down.>>

*Your own fault. Your body, not mine. Next it'll be diaper rash.*

<<I invite you to kiss my large draconic....what's the matter?>>

*Lenna.* He turned to face her leaning against the wall

"Are you all right?" he asked concerned and she grinned with some effort. 

"I'm fine," she said. He looked at her strangely then shrugged and gave up. 
He'd need a large prying instrument to get something out of her when she
didn't want to talk, and he felt beat.

"Whatever. I guess you better get back before someone notices you did more
than healing over the last few hours." He grinned, kissed her, then watched
her climb onto Blanchie and soar off.

<<I think I'm hungry now.>>

*You're so funny. Just call back Blanchie and she'll do it.*

<<I don't think so. I have another idea, one that's not so embarassing.>>

Not long after, Meritanth landed on the ledge carrying a large cow.  Rook's
eyes gleamed as he tore into the meat.

"Just wanted to see how the patient was doing," Lonnie said with a wicked
gleam.

"Don't even start with me, Lonnie," B'rand warned.

"Okay...so how long has he not been able to chew coal?" Lonnie asked 
innocently.

"Why don't you go chew some coal?" B'rand snapped. "He's got a little 
indigestion, that's all."

"A little? What's he doing here then?"

B'rand felt rather than saw it coming. "I'm probably going to regret this, but...
duck."

"Duck?" Lonnie's look changed as he suddenly dived flat on the ledge; B'rand
followed as a gout of flame passed over their heads.

B'rand contemplated the dust streaks on his partner's face before he added,
"That's why."

<<Sorry.>>

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Anybody want to pick up on this, go right ahead :)



Allen Veazey
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	"I'm not really bad, I'm just drawn that way."
			--Jessica Rabbit