"That crate tastes funny," she informed her human as he hauled it past her belly towards her secondary holding.
He stopped moving, took a long step back from the sledge. "Funny how."
"Funny like it's not like the others?"
He grimaced at her nearest eye. "Is it going to explode if I open the top to take a look at it?"
"I don't think so," she replied. "It doesn't smell like those awful things you think I don't know you keep by my feet."
"I don't think you don't know about what I keep by your feet, mare," he corrected her, "My aim in keeping them there is that it's harder for you to eat them."
She flashed a grimace at him over the nearest mirror, did it again when she realised he hadn't been looking.
Waited while he took a prybar to the crate, then they both peered into the padded depths.
"Reused glass?" he pronounced after a moment, fishing a blue bottle out to examine more closely. She took the opportunity to run a more detailed scan.
"Yes," she agreed, when her chemistry was done. "The element trace is the funny taste I noticed."
"I'm going to pretend you don't taste everything that comes near you," he told her, replacing the bottle and starting the process of faking the seals back over the lid. "It's going to make lying to our clients about the privacy of their goods easier."
She snorted at him. Would have rippled her gravity, but he hadn't secured half the crates yet.
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Date: 2016-05-06 06:21 pm (UTC)From:He stopped moving, took a long step back from the sledge. "Funny how."
"Funny like it's not like the others?"
He grimaced at her nearest eye. "Is it going to explode if I open the top to take a look at it?"
"I don't think so," she replied. "It doesn't smell like those awful things you think I don't know you keep by my feet."
"I don't think you don't know about what I keep by your feet, mare," he corrected her, "My aim in keeping them there is that it's harder for you to eat them."
She flashed a grimace at him over the nearest mirror, did it again when she realised he hadn't been looking.
Waited while he took a prybar to the crate, then they both peered into the padded depths.
"Reused glass?" he pronounced after a moment, fishing a blue bottle out to examine more closely. She took the opportunity to run a more detailed scan.
"Yes," she agreed, when her chemistry was done. "The element trace is the funny taste I noticed."
"I'm going to pretend you don't taste everything that comes near you," he told her, replacing the bottle and starting the process of faking the seals back over the lid. "It's going to make lying to our clients about the privacy of their goods easier."
She snorted at him. Would have rippled her gravity, but he hadn't secured half the crates yet.