Room 324, Monday Evening

[not_a_parakeet]

Look, Hercules had been warned

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[olympian_herc]

And after one particular jump for a treat, suddenly the little pug was neither little nor a pug.

Hercules, to his credit, merely chewed for a moment, paused, then swallowed.

"Those actually taste rather nice," he announced.

[not_a_parakeet]

... Hercules would be Hercules, Warren supposed, blinking at the teacher who was suddenly in the puppy's place.

"You'll forgive me if I just take your word for that one, huh? But you're totally welcome to take the rest of the bag."

Warren was not so much a fan of the puppy treats, really.

[olympian_herc]

Hercules then reached up a hand to his head and the pretty pretty princess bow.

That got a bit of a sourpuss expression on his face.

"...very funny," he said, trying not to bust out laughing, because even he had to admit that was rather funny.

[not_a_parakeet]

It was hilarious, Hercules. And Warren had totally warned you.

"Somebody had to stand up for Thor once you took off with his squeaky hammer," Warren replied, grinning crookedly as he closed the treat bag and set it down. "This way, I figure you two are even, now."

It made perfect sense to Warren, anyhow.