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so how was your day?

The Infirmary shift following Doctor Dinosaur's arrival was remarkably quiet, all things considered; Joly spent most of it studying information on dinosaurs, for obvious reasons. After a not-so-long day spent being alternately delighted and irritated with scientists of later years, Joly opens the door of the Blue Room, as he still thinks of it, and is promptly greeted by two very loud cats who have never been fed or petted ever.

He ushers them back into the room, looking around for the other human inhabitant as he does. "Bossuet?"

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Joly kisses him back in trade for the sherry. "Oh, fine. A very slow day really. I was looking up information on dinosaurs, you know, I had an argument with this giant lizard who was so insistent he was...was a velociraptor..."

His brain finally catches up with what his mouth is saying, and Joly has to put the sherry down and lean against Bossuet for few moments, giggling. "He was carrying cooking utensils!" Really, it's too absurd.

"Ah--"

--Ah?

He steadies Joly cheerfully and waits for the giggles to subside. "Cooking utensils. A giant lizard who--was he a velociraptor? And which ones are those again? Are they the--no, they can't be the giant stomping-about ones...."

"Oh no, no, no , he certainly wasn't, he--hmm, here--" Joly grabs his drink and tugs Bossuet in the direction of the sofa, where he pulls out his tablet, and brings up one of the better pages on velociraptors he'd found in the Library's archives. "You see -- that's what any later scientist would call a velociraptor-- and he, well, he was much larger, and had no feathers at all." Joly takes a sip of his sherry, to give Bossuet a chance to study the velociraptor information better.

"I thought he might have been confused, or lied to , or something,by a human in his own world, you know--he had, oh, this terrible children's book about dinosaurs-- anyway, I tried to tell him about velociraptors." Joly starts laughing again. "It was like telling a professor his lesson is outdated! Who knew giant lizards had such academics!"

He peers at the screen. Yes, right, very good, that's a feathered beast about the size of a hunting spaniel. Veloci-raptor, swiftly seizing (its prey, presumably). Very good.

"...Do they generally speak?" It seems like a relevant question.

Joly laughs. "Not as far as anyone knows! And they're generally not several feet taller than a man, and they would have feathers, and, well!" He takes another drink and laughs again. "Him insisting he was a velociraptor was a bit like a human insisting on being a, a lemur. Just very confusing. I don't know who told him that. He was very intent on it though.' Another sip. "--He had, oh, do you know what a buzz-saw is?"

Lesgle has been working on his own sherry, eyebrows raised; at the question he smiles cheerfully. "Not at all, unless it's simply a saw that goes buzz. Er--I take it from your general demeanor and your delightful way of being all in one piece and not at all cut up, that this tale of a buzz saw has a happy ending?"

"It's, ah-here-one of these." Joly hands over the tablet and grins at the question. "Oh, no, I've tragically died young, you know. --But I haven't died again. Nothing to my credit; I think 'Doctor Dinosaur' sincerely meant to eviscerate me, and any I wouldn't trust that saw! But Harry saved me. He's quite good with that sword, you know? It was like something from one of the movies, the really unscientific ones, he just jumped in and--" Joly swings his cane in an entirely inaccurate but enthusiatic imitation of Hotspur's swordwork. "--And knocked the whole whirring contraption away! And then the lizard fellow ran away. Well, Harry tried to follow him, and I tried to follow them, but, ah--!" He's gone laughing again.

This gets more exciting with every sentence! (Lesgle rather wishes he'd brought the sherry bottle over so they could have refills without interrupting the flow of conversation; it's a good principle. But sherry can wait!)

After dodging the swordfighting demonstration he settles an arm around Joly again, laughing. "Go on, go on! --And I'm pleased to hear Hotspur's particular set of skills has finally come in handy."

"Oh, there isn't too much more-- we tried to keep up with , ahah, with Doctor Dinosaur "--the name alone is obviously enough to start Joly laughing again--" but he...set a trap for us? "Maybe?

"We were running along, and then snap , we were both up in the rafters in a net. " He frowns. "I...really don't know how that happened."

Doctor Dinosaur is a marvelous name, and Bossuet starts laughing too. Which probably doesn't help Joly tell his story. But suddenly there's a net? "--Er--neither do I, my dear Jolllly. What sort of net? ...Are there sorts of net?"

"Oh! I suppose so, but I don't know all the classifications. This one was--made of something that could be cut by rope. That's how Harry got us down--and very quickly, too! Poor man, I fell right on top of him. But he seemed to be all right; he went off after Doctor Dinosaur --" Joly makes a dramatic expression, and laughs again. It's not really a name he can say without dramatic expressions and laughing "-- and no one called for Infirmary staff the rest of the day, so I suppose they managed to arrest him without any serious injury."

He pauses to scritch a cat who should definitely have taken longer to eat her dinner, as Joly informs her. "-- Harry was very good natured about the whole thing, you know, even me falling on him. You'd think he'd always gone about fighting giant lizards." There's a thought. "-- You don't think he did? I mean-- that that was just how his world was , so he never thought to mention--?" It's probably a possibility?

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