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Oh Jack, what was happening.

Gabby leaned in and pressed his hand to her head. Yes, she definitely did feel too hot. Was she getting delirious? Was that why she was nuzzling him? "Is it?" He murmured hesitantly. "I thought, that you thought, that all my plans sucked." His plans did suck, and that was why he assumed Scarentine's, itself, was going to suck. Why then, was she all excited about it?

"It's going to be kind of weird. I've never spent any holidays, Scarentine's or otherwise, around anyone. Always up in my cave, not a care in the world. This is going to be kind of.. rough." Oh, Gabby. You had no idea.

Since the day he'd woken up as a ghost and separated from the other dragon there, he had, not once, felt any sort of physical or emotional affection. This ghoul, this overly excitable, somewhat naive, impossible to shut up ghoul, was giving him something he hadn't had since.. well, since him.

Gabby fell quiet, and contemplated how a ghost could feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Gabby started to wonder if Sibyl actually needed to breathe. How did she say so many words without stopping for a breath? Did her kind of monster have giant lungs or air bladders or something? He actually wanted to ask her this. He was seconds away from interrupting her tirade to inquire when the buzzer went off, and he swallowed his questions with a disgruntled sound.

He looked at the prepared fish, his head tilting to one side. "That looks awful fancy." He noted, poking it with a finger. "You know what you're doing, huh?"

It led him back to his original question, for different reasons. Why did she know how to cook fish so well? "Say, Sibyl. You said you're a Selkie.. right? Well, like, what exactly is a selkie? I've never heard of it before." Were they some kind of fancy cooking monster that lived in cold and ice?

..His thought process was starting to make no sense.

What Sibyl didn't expect was just how well tuned Gabriel was to the feeling of being lonely. As soon as the moment passed over her, Gabriel felt it, resonating within every fiber of his wispy little body. He frowned, reaching out to pick at her pelt with two fingers. She brushed off her melancholy mood instantly, but it remained firmly implanted within Gabby, because deep down, it was always there. Just waiting to resurface.

"So what you're saying is, you're only going to hang out with me for three days," He murmured, his eyes focused on the tiny bit of pelt he was picking at. "And then you're going to abandon me, too?"

This was what selkies did. Maybe this was what Sibyl had planned, as well. It would be easier to deal with, if he knew it in advance.

That was unexpected. Gabby's hand froze in mid-air when she jumped back, and then it dropped to the ground. Lesson learned - don't touch Sibyl's pelt. He respected personal boundaries really well, even if he was starting to feel more comfortable with people breaking his. This was becoming clearer when he didn't flinch away from the hug that flung itself at him, as she reassured him. He felt a little stupid, assuming her three day quirk applied to everyone she met. It made more sense that selkies did that to humans. But it was just as easy for him to believe that everyone would abandon each other, eventually. That was just how things worked, right?

Right.

"I thought you baked - okay, giving it a name is making me think it was like, a person, and that eye is now staring at me, so let's not call it Mr. Fishy. I thought you baked the fish so you could eat it. That was the point of the fish." His statement was firm and logical. "I brought you the fish, you eat the fish." His finger pointed at himself. "Hunter," then at her. "Gatherer."

..She hadn't gathered anything. His statement suddenly lost all logic.