Private Biscuits and Wine

[Aren D'Shade]

When the condition was put in front of Aren after getting free from jail that she would need to work with the Jedi from time to time, she had agreed. Who was she to turn down an occasional paycheck? Not that the former Sith actually needed the credits. This was going to be the first time that condition had been used and she took on the job.

Meeting in a public place wasn't uncommon for underworld dealings but she found it a little odd when it concerned a Jedi. Normally, these were arranged to happen in cantinas. However, this one was planned in a dog park. Mentally shrugging, she liked dogs and she sat down on one of the benches.

Jamming to her music, she watched the various creatures getting played with, running around, and just being dogs. Smiling just a little, she saw one walking without an owner. Noticing it wasn't quite acting like the others, it made her curious.

Even more curious was when it approached her directly...

Taking her headset off, she reached into her bag and pulled out of the few organic-related items, and produced a dog biscuit.

"Come here pup. I have a treat for you."

Ruff Woofington

 

[Ruff Woofington]

"Roo ryou rusuary rake reats rith ryou, rhererer ryou rou?"[1] came a husky voice, behind her. Husky, as some would argue, in more than one sense of the word.

It came from - what looked like - a dog wearing - what looked like - a robe. Those who knew Woofington, knew him as an Amaran Jedi Master. His proclivity for walking on all fours, despite being perfectly able to stand on his hind legs, further added to his already uncanny appearance.

The Jedi jumped to the bench where Aren was sitting, and sat beside her. Sat, as any other quadruped would.

"Ryou ray ree rasring ryourelf, rhy rwe're reeting rin ra rog rark. Rell, rai ray, rhat rore rinronsriruous race ris rhere ror rus roo reet?"[2] Ruff looked down on his own figure. "Rai ram rell rarare rof rai rarearance."[3]

Glancing at the other dog, while it rapaciously took the biscuit that was being offered, Ruff added, "Roo ryou.... rave rone rof rose ror ree?"[4]

Galactic Electronic Translator Says:

1. Do you usually take treats with you, wherever you go?
2. You may be asking yourself, why we're meeting in a dog park. Well, I say, what more inconspicuous place is there for us too meet?
3. I am well aware of my appearance.
4. Do you... have one of those for me?

 

[Aren D'Shade]

"It isn't something I normally carry but a meeting in a dog park, I figured I'd bring some."

Since the voice had come from behind her, she didn't react until Ruff sat down next to her. Practically jumping off the bench, she didn't entirely finish the motion in her surprise. With eyes wide, she reached into her bag and with a slightly shaking hand, attempted to give him a bone.

"You're a talking dog!"

He then pointed out the obvious just after she spoke. Taking her earphones off of her ears, she would be able to understand him much better.

"I think it would be cool to have a pet dog that talks."

Opening the hand that had been holding the treat, she would try to pet him on top of his head...wanting to really hug the dog instead. Keeping a little control of herself, the other dog had wandered away when there were no more treats handed out.

Ruff Woofington

 

[Ruff Woofington]

"Roorosreroos! Rai wam raralled, rye wear rayree! Rarr ra ririrurous rorun!"[1] Master Ruff's expression was that of complete shock, as much as his canine features allowed it to be.

"Rair rave ryou row rhis rery rinsrant, rhat rai ram Rewi Rastah Ruff Woofington, wan ryou... Wha? Wha riz rhe wearing roof rhis? Wunrand ree ryou row wanron!"[2]

The Jedi jumped off the bench, slipping through Aren's attempt to pet him. "Rye wam ro raring wog! Reirer wam rye roo rewome romeone's ret!"[3] He tried to straightened up his attire. Which is surprisingly arduous to accomplish sans opposable thumbs.

"Werariousry, wur wirainoos weratioos wiruweratoon, wirited woron rye wery rood relf![4]

"Rhis will rot woo! Rye will rot warow rit!"[5]

He pronounced. Prior to snatching the bone out of Arden's hand, with a snap of his jaw.

Galactic Electronic Translator Says:

1. Preposterous! I am appalled, my dear lady! What a ridiculous notion!
2. I'll have you know this very instant, that I am Jedi Master Ruff Woofington, and you... What? What is the meaning of this? Unhand me you foul wanton!
3. I am no talking dog! Neither am I to become someone's pet!
4. Veraciously, such villainous vexatious vituperation, visited upon my very good self!
5. This will not do! I will not allow it!

 

[Aren D'Shade]

About the only thing Aren could do in the face of the talking dog was sit in clear shock. The surprise would be written across her expression and she had to blink a few times before speech was found.

"I am very sorry, Master Woofington. I just had no idea there was such a thing as a talking dog! Oh, hold on. You said you're not a talking dog. Then what are you? Are you the Jedi I'm supposed to be meeting here?"

Looking now at her empty hand, his movements had been so quick. Taking her hand back, she sat back on the bench and did not reach out for him again. If he wanted the pets, he would need to come to her.

Ruff Woofington