As entertaining as this is, we should probably get the knife away from Trebel. *I reach out towards Treble, grasping at the knife with my gloves* Cmon, Treble, you might hurt someone. Or actually.. *I summon a fake knife, and offer it to Treble* How about this one? Then you won’t hurt anyone.
Treble stared at the fake knife contrmplatively, his grip on his own knife surprisingly firm. However, he finally let go and began to crawl out from under the bed with his tail nervously tucked beneath his tiny, furry body. His small wins fluttered slightly as he snatched the fake knife and began to chew on it.
“Oh thank God...” Hubert sighed deeply. “Thank you so much.”









