[ bringing these potats to one of the animal crossing houses! kate spends some time searching for things in the kitchen before she finds something to wrap them with and puts them in the oven. what heat? who knows what unit of measurement they even use in her canon. good luck with this, actually.
and now they wait while they bake. ]
Come to think of it, Pickles, I know very little about you or where you come from. Would you tell me a little about yourself?
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w0 monday
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Oh! Pickles. It seems we're going to be housemates.
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Woof.
[ The little device hanging off the strap around his neck crackles a little, before speaking in a robotic voice:
The puppy wishes you a safe adjustment period. ]
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[ looking around, this way and that, before kneeling down to see that little device. ]
What's this machine?
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[ The puppy introduces you to Doggie, the best translating device built by Mr. APPLe.
... ]
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Incredible...
[ she sounds genuinely awed at this. ]
So we can actually communicate with one another?
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[ The puppy insists that Doggie is so great that communication will not--
Pickles thwaps it with his paw, interrupting and silencing it. ]
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Is everything all right?
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... May I pet you?
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I hope we can be good friends.
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[ He seems to be in agreement. Friends with Kate!! ]
w1 monday
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Oh, Pickles! What have you got there?
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...
He's going to run for it if Kate makes any sort of movement that will incur chase. ]
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It's okay. I won't tell anyone.
Just be careful not to eat anything that'll hurt your stomach, okay?
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[ Pickles nods and relaxes, trotting over to Kate. Hello, child.
The puppy asks if you would like a sweet potato. ]
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Maybe we can try baking them... or frying them? I'm actually quite good at cooking.
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Suddenly, Pickles's tail starts wagging at the speed of light. He seems absolutely delighted to hear it. ]
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Waah!
[ He still has the potato in his mouth... ]
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We can take these back to one of the houses to bake...
Do you want to hold onto that one, or...?
[ should she try to bake that one, too... ]
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and now they wait while they bake. ]
Come to think of it, Pickles, I know very little about you or where you come from. Would you tell me a little about yourself?
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Woof, woof.
[ The puppy says it is from London and lived with an owner named Charlton and a fellow dog named Emily. ]
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[ The puppy says that they get along, even if Emily has confessed to it over thirty times by now. ]
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Ah... Pickles. I think I might know how you feel...
[ as someone with "rejecting marriage proposals" in her profile... ]
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The puppy admires her passion, but it has become routine by now. ]
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[ sometimes someone is just like that!! ]
What about your owner... Charlton? What's he like?
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[ The puppy thinks its owner can be quite troublesome, but he does his best that it can appreciate.
Pickles will be a good boy and not smack his translator, though he is eyeing it tiredly. ]
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Woof.
[ The puppy says it was made and given by Mr. APPLe and he is not its owner. ]
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[ The puppy says that they were trying to break into a museum together with different goals and Mr. APPLe built Doggie for the puppy. ]
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[ The puppy says its owner wanted to go to the museum, but there were terrible things brewing in there. ]
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[ The puppy says that the brand new security robots had real metal bullets in them, which is against the law. ]
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W-were you shot at? You weren't hurt, were you?