Room 229, Thursday Morning

[arsenicmauls]

Gert wasn't big on Halloween -- hadn't been, really, since she was about nine. Now that she was sixteen, she was pretty over the whole thing, and in the interim she had all but memorized an annoying spiel about how this dumb holiday was just another sign of the appropriation and Americanization of everything anyway.

So. No trick-or-treating for her tonight, obviously. Instead, she was spending her morning at her desk, going over verb conjugations for her online Italian class (what, fall break had inspired her to pick up another language), all the while fully ready to launch into that spiel of hers if anyone asked her why she wasn't in costume.

[[open door and post!]]

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[arsenicmauls]

"Yeah, she is," Gert said, sounding a little surprised that Kathy had gotten the type of dinosaur right. She sent a telepathic pulse to Old Lace to be nice and not get too close to Kathy's personal space. "She's friendly. You can pet her if you want."

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy was kind of a giant nerd that way.

"I--you have a dinosaur."

Had Gert missed the memo that they were extinct? And even if they weren't, they were carnivorous and wild and probably shouldn't be kept at pets?