[He nods, though he's still a little hesitant about it. The Growlithe had made a mad dash for the inn's exit once the prosthetic was secured, not seeming to care about the weather. It would be hard to tell just where Hookfang had carried it off to, or if the dog would have even bothered to keep it.]
Okay... If you don't mind the storm. [He glances over to the Leavanny, who is still awkwardly doting on the bitty dragon.] Think Stoick can handle Abbie, or...?
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Okay... If you don't mind the storm. [He glances over to the Leavanny, who is still awkwardly doting on the bitty dragon.] Think Stoick can handle Abbie, or...?