Man, again? I even ran into myself in the woods a few weeks ago. That was weird. This place is pretty strange, huh?
[Speaking of strange—Ethan looks down, his attention suddenly caught by an anxious squeak. His furret is pushing his marill away from the food he's offered them.]
Hey! Pecha, what's up?
[She gives him an upset look, and starts to try and bury it. Ethan kneels down next to her and picks the food up.]
Huh. It doesn't look weird to me. [He looks up at Morty, offering him the food in question.] Do you see anything? She's not usually a picky eater.
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[Ethan grins at Morty's unamused expression.] Yeah, maybe!
[When Morty keeps talking, though, Ethan's expression changes to mild annoyance.]
Man, again? I even ran into myself in the woods a few weeks ago. That was weird. This place is pretty strange, huh?
[Speaking of strange—Ethan looks down, his attention suddenly caught by an anxious squeak. His furret is pushing his marill away from the food he's offered them.]
Hey! Pecha, what's up?
[She gives him an upset look, and starts to try and bury it. Ethan kneels down next to her and picks the food up.]
Huh. It doesn't look weird to me. [He looks up at Morty, offering him the food in question.] Do you see anything? She's not usually a picky eater.