Sanguine: No, it was a statement. *He smiles at her, then wraps her in his arms... in a way to she doesn't get poked.* Sanguine: You're incredibly sexy and huggable. That's a compliment.
Sanguine: A hologram turned human named Joule. I invited him to dinner with us. *** TRIBBLE: Mama! Music! Mamamusic! *He laughs and claps.* Kuntel: We have geniuses as children! WHOOP!
Kuntel: Oh, you're just jealous that you don't have one. *Kuntel sticks his tongue out at the officer, then strolls Ezri to Krystal's ready room.* Kuntel: Krys? *** Sanguine: It'll be ready in a moment! *He starts cooking a little bit later, after waiting for the room to get bigger.*
Sanguine: Tacos? Alright. *He coughs.* Sanguine: Why don't you, uhm, leave, so I don't have to get an arm extension to make them? *** TRIBBLE: Ma...ma? OOC: It's simpler than music! So deal with it! *** *Kuntel walks the stroller out onto the bridge.*
*TRIBBLE snuggles, then whines hungrily.* *** Kuntel Ezri! *He hugs his daughter.* *** Sanguine: Well, depends. Do you want something? *He turns to look at her. And the space in the kitchen gets smaller.*
TRIBBLE: Music? *He looks up at her mother.* *** *Kuntel stops in his tracks and looks at Ezri.* Kuntel: Uhm... what? *** *Sanguine comes back in his 'pyjamas'. Meaning... absence of.* Sanguine: Ah, much better. *He stretches.* OOC: Well... magic, and foxes technically have a much faster development period. At least in…
TRIBBLE: Music. Music, music, music, music! *He laughs more and claps his hands.* *** Sanguine: I think I'm gonna get back into my PJ's. *He smiles at her and gets off her.* OOC: She's still in bed? Oh, and on the TRIBBLE thing... he's supposed to follow his father in being a genius and prodigy. Just... not in science.