[He grabs Fang, hauling him out of Melody's reach and placing the bat on the floor next to him. He fishes a cookie out of his bag and places it in front of Fang, who squeaks happily and snaps it up. Cookies are like tiny cake! Yay! He squeaks his thanks and returns to munching on the cookie. Melody, meanwhile, has climbed into Wash's lap. She kneads his lap a few times, settles down, and rolls on her back. She doesn't want cookies; she wants belly rubs. Wash reaches down and obliges her.]
[This is much easier than managing Blue Team, actually.]
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Yeah, I don't think so.
[He grabs Fang, hauling him out of Melody's reach and placing the bat on the floor next to him. He fishes a cookie out of his bag and places it in front of Fang, who squeaks happily and snaps it up. Cookies are like tiny cake! Yay! He squeaks his thanks and returns to munching on the cookie. Melody, meanwhile, has climbed into Wash's lap. She kneads his lap a few times, settles down, and rolls on her back. She doesn't want cookies; she wants belly rubs. Wash reaches down and obliges her.]
[This is much easier than managing Blue Team, actually.]