I suppose so. [The state of his shell is much nicer-looking than it was.]
... Unless you would... be willing to allow me to comb your wings...?
[He asks this with a little more trepidation than usual - wings are of course very delicate. Even if Don trusts him, he doesn't want to poke around them without permission.]
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... Unless you would... be willing to allow me to comb your wings...?
[He asks this with a little more trepidation than usual - wings are of course very delicate. Even if Don trusts him, he doesn't want to poke around them without permission.]