amelialandry:
Amelia was relieved by Dy’s reaction, even if she’d managed to spoil the surprise. She listened as they spoke, a wide eyed grin forming at the description of the pet rock’s energy. She didn’t know enough about Percy Shelley to really contribute, but she liked hearing their insight. “1817 Shelley it is,” she said with a laugh, and an exaggerated nod. Still, her face lit up all the more at their reassurance that they were taking the gift seriously. “I’m glad! I almost bought you a fish, but I figured this seemed more appropriate,” she said with a shrug. “Animals shouldn’t be forced on people, I know that. Maybe a selfish part of me thought that I could babysit it. Though, that offer does still stand for Shelley. If he needs company if you head out again and can’t take him with. Me and Maude are good company, he’ll get lots of love.”
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“Oh, I’d murder a fish for sure and I’d spend all my money replacing it and hoping you won’t notice. The guilt would eat me alive, Sam would get pissed because our plumbing would get all fucked up with fish carcasses, and eventually I’d come clean to you that Franklin - I’d probably name them Franklin - was actually Franklin the sixth. You’d forgive me, we’d be fine, but I’d have to live with being a fish killer and you’d never buy me anything organic again.” They shook their head with a sigh. “A rock is much better. Might also help me to remember to give a heads up whenever I bounce for a bit.”
