A Lithp By Any Other Name [Bee]

[seraaches]

Sid pondered this, but finally had to nod his head at the wisdom of the Ace's final statement. "Fangth are alwayth imprethive!" he announced cheerfully. But, yes, he would have to get the weasel to open the door.

In the end, he just decided to go with the most direct route; trying to circumspectly get the Ace out would involve a lot of noise and stuff, and Levi kept telling him that being loud when you're trying to be covert just didn't work well at all.

"Mr. Weathel! Mr. Weathel!" Sid called loudly to the Ace Dealer, waiting for th eman to appraoch. "He wants to be my friend. You thould let him out." He felt that this was both polite and direct; Levi would be so proud of him! His younger brother was forever getting onto him about being 'witless' and 'butterfly-brained', whatever those meant.

[Bee]

The weasel man looked at Sid the way he often looked at Socks--like he had tapioca pudding for brains, a whole lot of regular dumb with bits of special dumb thrown in to keep it interesting. Then he looked at the fangyfang's chest, seemed to find something interesting about his red mark--why? Socks's was pointier!--considered for a moment, and then went right back to looking at him as though he had the pudding.

"If you want to play with him," the dealer said, "you can pay just like everyone else."

"Let me plaaaay," Socks said in a tone of lament, sniffing sadly. If he were still with his mama, she would let him play with the fangmonster.

The trader ignored him, as he often did. "He doesn't have any arms, but he's unique, and I'm hoping to get a decent price for him."

[seraaches]

The weasel's reaction to Sid was entirely unsurprising to him and it didn't occur to him to be potentially offended by such things-- after all, it was little different from how he was usually treated by others.

"Yeth," Sid answered. "I do want to play with him! I have thome money, tho we can play!" He sat down abruptly, causing his bag to swing back and forth briefly then he reached in carefully with his metal hand and worked the money pouch out. "How much of thith ith enough?" He winked at the Ace to show it to be ready to run just as soon as they could.

Though perhaps the wink was less obvious as a sign of something to do as the boy might have hoped. Of course, the pouch was quite full, enough so that perhaps even a greedy Ace trader would be content with the contents.