Egon stares at Cucumis. She stares right back, judging.]
Have I made you upset about something?
[She wiggles in the approximation of a nod. Egon frowns.]
I, uh...apologize. [There's an awkward pause.] Um, how could I...amend this?
[The Pyukumuku thinks for a moment. A white hand reaches out from her mouth and points at Tarantula, then forms a fist. It takes Egon a moment to comprehend what she means--]
Ah. I believe she wants to participate in whatever battle we plan on having.
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Egon stares at Cucumis. She stares right back, judging.]
Have I made you upset about something?
[She wiggles in the approximation of a nod. Egon frowns.]
I, uh...apologize. [There's an awkward pause.] Um, how could I...amend this?
[The Pyukumuku thinks for a moment. A white hand reaches out from her mouth and points at Tarantula, then forms a fist. It takes Egon a moment to comprehend what she means--]
Ah. I believe she wants to participate in whatever battle we plan on having.