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[doggedly]

is there such a thing as space fleas
or fleas in space




this is an idle question of curiosity by the way don't assume the worst
but are there
are there tiny fleapods or could they survive without thanks to resilience


[toooootally an idle question because admitting to fleas is a. very nearly admitting to a certain doggishness that is yet mostly a secret and b. tantamount to admitting to having an STD. and there are no fleas in space! right!]

and as everyone is so readily sharing their sweets from home via this network these days i propose a holiday be added to the metaphorical unwritten Tranqulity calendar
let this be known as the month of sweet giving
let us all share freely of our sweets/gifts/&c
peace on earth, goodwill to those with pudding
i'll go first


[though Siriusly seriously, spacefriends, you might want to beware this particular pudding, it comes enchanted and loaded with nasty pranks... but if you want to be a guinea pig of enchanted food, feel free to volunteer.]

Comments

[theshabbiestofmen]

You're not being clever.

[doggedly]

How can I surprise you with a cake if I act as if I know when your birthday is, eh?

[theshabbiestofmen]

You've known since first year!

[doggedly]

Yes, but I have to pretend as if I don't know. If I pretend as if I don't know, then you assume I actually don't, and I can make it a really good surprise.

That's how these things work, Remus, honestly.

[theshabbiestofmen]

You're not making sense. Mix those, please, and stop talking.

[doggedly]

Mixing and shutting up!

[Entirely undaunted by his chastisement, Sirius falls to mixing, whistling cheerfully.]

If I did do you a breakfast, what would you want?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Pancakes, with little chocolate chips in them. Please.

[doggedly]

[He nods, cheerfully, his eyes on his work.]

Chocolate chips sprinkled to look like faces. Got it.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Despite himself, he smiles a little.]

Thank you, Pads.

[doggedly]

[He winks at Remus, hugely.]

For what, you git, I'm not doing anything for you.

[theshabbiestofmen]

For existing, then, for being such a bright presence in my life.

[doggedly]

Ooh, how you do go on, Mr Lupin. Girl.

[But he says it fondly, and flicks a bit of the batter in his direction.]

Here, taste, tell me if it's poisoned.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm--

[He tilts his head, tasting.]

Chocolate. Definitely needs more chocolate-- but I think we're getting there!

[doggedly]

I haven't even put in chocolate yet, don't critique the lack of chocolate--

[He waves his wand, summoning the bag, and dumps in about half.]

Loads and loads and loads. Even you will say there's too much.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Impossible. You might think so, but impossible.

[He grins and sits up on the counter.]

Merlin, but it's been a while since I've had sweets.

[doggedly]

Miss them?

[He frowns contemplatively at the bowl, and adds another round of chocolate before falling to stirring once more.]

Though you probably saved yourself some teeth, holding off on 'em.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I have all my teeth, Mister Black, and I'm in the best of health, so there's no need for smart remarks, thank you.

[doggedly]

Anyone can have all their teeth, Are they good and decent teeth, that's the true question--let's have a look at 'em, come on!

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Unusually compliant, Remus bears his teeth in a false grin.]

Well?

[doggedly]

[Still mixing ingredients, he leans forward to inspect Remus' teeth with an expert air.]

Hm-m. Not bad. Could be better.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Better than yours!

[doggedly]

Nah. Mine are perfect.

[And he grins, brilliantly, showing them off.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Eh. Eh.

[doggedly]

[Through his teeth:]

What d'you mean, eh!