[A mouse crash-landed in their bread, and they're definitely going to scream about it. In fact, one of the patrons stands up, yelling, grabbing their napkin and whacking it at the breadbasket as though that might vanquish the evil little mouse that dared to invade their meal.
Meanwhile, Henry straightens, sitting on his haunches and watches this chaos unfold. The knock on the head was enough to drag a little more sense into him, banishing away his dog-like instincts, and he mutters-]
What... are you doing in there?
[AS THOUGH IT'S SUMINA'S FAULT SHE'S IN THE BREADBASKET!!!
He uses his telekinesis to lift her up from the pile of bread, and slowly drift her over, closer. And while this might be worrisome on its own, he doesn't even bother to stand -- it doesn't look like dog!Henry is too keen on chasing or hunting anymore.
The two individuals, now bearing witness to a mouse floating up and out of their meal, give one more harried yell, stepping back in surpirse.]
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Meanwhile, Henry straightens, sitting on his haunches and watches this chaos unfold. The knock on the head was enough to drag a little more sense into him, banishing away his dog-like instincts, and he mutters-]
What... are you doing in there?
[AS THOUGH IT'S SUMINA'S FAULT SHE'S IN THE BREADBASKET!!!
He uses his telekinesis to lift her up from the pile of bread, and slowly drift her over, closer. And while this might be worrisome on its own, he doesn't even bother to stand -- it doesn't look like dog!Henry is too keen on chasing or hunting anymore.
The two individuals, now bearing witness to a mouse floating up and out of their meal, give one more harried yell, stepping back in surpirse.]