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"You juggle?" He sounded a bit incredulious at the statement. "Everyone has a surprise or two." He hmpfed. "Anything to keep you occuiped I guess." He nod sympathiticly. "I catalogued all the international laws they are breaking here. A good activitied for triggering rightous anger... Not terribly productive however. I'm going to need to order a new desk at some point."

"Billy and I don't see eye to eye lately, you'll have to find victems else where. " He smirked before continuing. "Used to know a couple card tricks, but I'm all thumbs these days." He displayed his hands again, his third tarsal had been transmuted into claws. "Retaught myself how to shuffle and deal cards again but haven't had alot of luck beyond that."

"Less then tactful talents, eh?" Richard simply couldn't help but ask the question. He had caught her stiffen at the word "law" which only heightened his curiousity.

"Eh most card tricks that I do require slight of hand which is surprisingly difficult with out that thrid joint. Claws although like to peirce the cards. I'll stick to my newsletter for now. That keeps me more than busy." He chuckled, "or at least something to procrastinate."

"As for Billy," Richard shrugged, "The man's like an onion, a very slimey onion."

"A talent scout hmm?" Richard eyed her with a suspicious glance. He'd pry deeper later, he was in no hurry at the moment. He and Maryke weren't going anywhere for a while. There would be time some other day.

He searched for another conversation topic. He didn't feel like phychoanalyzing Billy, that was probably a pathway to maddness all by itself.

"Have you seen the all the Dogs about?"

A the spreading of gossip. One of Richard's favorite activities. "Well it was christmas not too long ago and some of the villagers appearently got some special presents. Dogs, some type of shepard. Gaius has one, named Vixen, and I've seen others around the village." Richard shrugged. "No idea why, but I'm guessing the Labs have some reason besides improving moral."

Richard man a face twisted with both disgust and amusement. "With the dogs?!" Hmpf. "Somehow I doubt Ambrose would take kindly to that comment."

He shooked is head and picked up his roll. He absently took a bite out of it. As he chewed his face slowly changed to one of disgust. He forced himself to swallow the bite. "Blech." He hurriedly glup down some water.

"No." The word came at the end of a brief growl. "It tastes like buttered sawdust."

He grimaced. "Don't get me wrong, I've never had nothing againist meat but I liked all the fixings too." He stabbed a piece of meat and shoved it into his mouth. It tasted, almost sweet, like the most delicious thing on earth. "And this..." He pointed at his steak in front of him. "Tastes far better than possible for this grade of meat. I don't even miss potatos anymore. Because they taste foul!" He sputtered as a sawing growl rose from his throat. "Its insidious!"

Richard growled right back at Maryke before he realised it. Then he clapped his hands over his mouth. "Sorry." He turned red, clearly embrassed.

Richard looked up at the woman hanging from the rafters with a dumbfounded expression at first. Then as his brain slowly processed exactly what had happened the corners of his mouth began to turn upwards, then a huge grin split his face in half, showing his teeth.

"Good god woman! That was perfect scooby do immpression!" He burst out laughing.