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[mieufire]

Maaaaster! [ Mieu hops down an empty hallway, looking around the corner. His ears are alert, nose up in the air; his master has to be here somewhere. Surely if he keeps looking, he can find him! ] Master, where are you?

[ He spends a few more minutes of fruitless searching, he huffs and flops on to the floor. ] Mieuuu... Master...

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[mieufire]

[ Mieu stands up in the bag and watches with great interest as they go through the yard. ] Do you have any good grass in your yard, Master?

[mixolydianmode]

Huh? Oh yeah... That's what you eat, isn't it? I dunno what counts as "good", but there's a bunch of different kinds here and there. You wanna have a look?

[ An herbologist Luke is not. He can't even tell the difference between grass and weeds. (Flowers are the ones that aren't green, obviously.) ]

[mieufire]

I would!

[mixolydianmode]

[ With all his usual skill, Luke picks the cheagle up by the Sorcerer's Ring and almost nicely sets him down on the ground. ]

Guess we better get you some food stashed away in case the weather gets bad.

[mieufire]

[ Mieu hops over to a patch of grass, digging through it to see if there's anything good. ] Mieu, I'll collect a lot, then.

[mixolydianmode]

[ Any desire to help Mieu is kind of dashed by Luke not knowing what he's looking for. He sure isn't going to ask. Though he does dump the contents from one of the emptier bags into another, and crouch down to hand it to Mieu. ]

Just don't take all day. I'm going in when it gets dark, so you better be done by then!

[mieufire]

[ Mieu only has to search a little before he finds a nice stash of Yulia grass. He hops back over to Luke, carrying what's an armload for him, but in reality is a very small amount. ] I have some, Master!

[mixolydianmode]

Okay. Then let's go- [ That. Is a ridiculously tiny pile, Thing. Luke drops the free bag onto the ground for Mieu and goes to inspect the patch he'd gathered grass from. ...it still all looks the same to him. ]

You're gonna shrivel up and blow away with only that. Grab that sack and get your butt over here so we can fill it up!

[mieufire]

Y-yes, Master! [ Mieu throws with his little batch of grass into the bag and pulls it over. Or, attempts to. It takes quite a bit of tugging and falling but he manages to drag the sack over. ] Here it is.

[mixolydianmode]

[ Luke's disgruntled scowl might still be in place when Mieu wrestles the bag closer, but he actually graces the cheagle's head with a single heavy pat. ]

Here's the grass. It's your food, so you get to it.

[ Contrary to the orders, Luke starts comparing the grass he'd yanked up with the blades already in their sack and adding any similar ones to their salad bowl. ... I-it'll go faster if he does it, okay? ]

[mieufire]

[ Mieu beams at the head pat. He loves head pat. But at Luke's orders Mieu does as told and starts picking out grass, carrying little armfuls over to the bag and putting them in. ] Thanks for your help, Master.

[mixolydianmode]

[ Auugh why do you do this to him, you goofy creature. Being thanked by Mieu of all people kicks Luke's tsun into high-gear, and now that they have all the greenery they need, he scoops the twerp up in said bag. To the house! ]

Just... shut up already!

[mieufire]

Okay, Master! [ Mieu that's not shutting up at all. ] What's your house like?

[mixolydianmode]

[ It's okay- the question is distracting enough that Luke completely misses the fact his order was ignored. ]

It's pretty big. Nowhere near as nice as home, though. I can't believe what a pain it is to clean!

[mieufire]

Do you want me to help clean, Master?