born host to a tongue

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She being a divine, magical mysticat supreme and all, one might take a first glance at Snagglepuss and suspect that she is the kind of animal who rises above the stereotypes set and perpetrated by Saturday morning cartoons. But then, Buffy did name her after one such cartoon character, and no one ever held the highest of expectations after hearing

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After having been on the island for almost three weeks, Fred had finally started venturing outside of the walls of the compound. She hadn't stopped checking the bookshelf for the right book of incantations, of course, but since she was pretty convinced that someone wasn't going to snap a collar on her neck and make her work in their stable, she figured that there wasn't much harm in exploring a little.

That was, until she came across a mountain lion running across the beach. Fred stopped in her tracks, looking over at the nearby blonde who didn't seem phased by the whole thing at all.

"Shouldn't we maybe be running or something?" She asked.

Sure, a mountain lion was no durslar beast or demon from a hell dimension, but it did have claws and teeth.

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"Hmm?" Buffy's eyes follow the sound, her best shot at a greeting mumbled through a mouthful of orange while a droplet escapes around the corner of her lips. She wipes her mouth off on her collar, her hand on her jeans, all the while acknowledging the pitifulness of both attempts with a small smile.

"Sorry, I just -" chew, chew, swallow - "Okay, yeah, I was just… Oh, right! Snagglepuss, you mean, she - she's not dangerous, really. She's just… misunderstood. Unless you expect to sprout wings and feathers in the near future, you shouldn't have anything to worry about."

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"Not expecting it, but not countin' it out completely either," Fred replied, as if expecting to sprout wings at any moment was wholly normal. "You know, on account of the laws of physics not really working the same here."

She had a theory that if she wasn't the same Fred that she'd been back home, then it meant the island could create energy. And thinking that she was a different Fred meant that Angel and Charles and everybody else back home weren't driving themselves crazy trying to find her, which she preferred. It wasn't the most Occam's Razor-y explanation in the world, but Fred liked it better.

Still, she was ready to run in the other direction if the blonde woman happened to be wrong about the mountain lion.

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Realizing just how real the possibility of that happening is - leave it to the island to play the jinx card - Buffy can't keep her eyes from widening. And while she is fairly certain that she could coax Snagglepuss away from a giant bird girl if need be, she would prefer not have to. "Quick," she says, "do you have anything made of wood? You know, for knocking on. Call me crazy, or just really superstitious, but I'd rather not take any chances."