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Amy came into the bar with Thistle and the owl. She was a little tired. She had been staying up far too late the past few nights.

She went about brewing a fresh pot of coffee. She put some vanilla extract in the coffee grounds, as well as chocolate syrup, while it brewed to hopefully make it taste somewhat like French vanilla cappuccino.

Amy looked up and smiled tiredly at Kits. "Hey Kits. How are you?"

Amy saw the look Smok had on his face. She had to bite her lip not to laugh. He looked so cute!! And shiny. But he was obviously indignant right now. So laughing would not have been a good thing.

She went to the fridge, got a coke, and handed it to Kits. "How many pets do you have?"

Thistle popped her head around from behind the bar, where she had been standing next to Amy. She squeaked excitedly at Smok and her tail was flicking back and forth quickly. She trotted over to Smok and nuzzled him.

Amy did laugh at that and shook her head. "Okay, next time you should just put everyone in a large box and send 'em through the car wash."

She winked at her, obviously joking.

Thistle squeaked at Smok in confusion, wondering why he looked at her the way he did. Was he feeling sick?

She nuzzled Smok again and then nudged one of his wings that was spread out.

Amy lost it, then. When she heard what Kits said that Smok did to have to get another bath, she leaned her arms on the counter and hung her head down as laughter rocked her body.

Thistle, meanwhile, looked up at Kits and squeaked. She didn't understand why Smok wouldn't like getting a bath. Water was so much fun! But she did remember that Smok hated water. He had gotten so nervous when Thistle tried to get him to just touch the pool here at GGB a few weeks ago.

Thistle looked back down at Smok, squeaked a few times, and then ran toward the back of the bar. She hoped Smok would follow her. If he did, he'd dry faster!

Amy saw the scratches on Kits' arms and her eyes widened. She stopped laughing and lightly held Kits' arms out so she could see them better.

"Oh wow Kits. I'm sorry. We have a first aid kit here. Let me help you dress those."

She released Kits' arms and began looking under the bar.

Thistle frowned at Smok and began huffing in frustration. Then, she started to squeak at Smok.

A few moments later, the owl flew down from the rafters and perched himself on the edge of the counter above where Smok was sitting. He looked down at him and hooted.

Amy popped her head up and frowned slightly. "You should have some ointment put on them, still. And some band aids to keep the ointment from getting on your clothes and keep the dirt out of the scratches while they're healing."

She stood back up and put the first aid kit on the counter. "I won't do it if you don't want me to. But I think you should have ointment put on them."

The owl hooted softly and also flapped its wings for a little bit. Then, it tucked its wings against its body and hooted at Smok, hoping he'd do it again.

Thistle watched the exchange between her friends with extreme curiosity.

Amy winced as she saw the scar on the back of Kits' hand. "Ouch... I'm lucky Thistle loves the water. I only have to give her baths when she gets muddy or something, but still, I'm lucky that she likes water."

She then looked over and laughed softly as she saw Smok and the owl interacting with each other. "Well, what do you know? Looks like the owl is getting Smok to flap and dry his wings. Who knew?"

The owl hooted, flapped his wings, and then ruffled his feathers for a few moments before they smoothed back down.