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Drunken-Rabbit
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Henry took a deep whiff of the air and followed his nose to the kitchen below deck. His female cook was stirring a thick stew of red liquid and meats. She glanced up at him and smiled.
"Hello ther, Henry! Long time no see, I thought ye' were lost in the great blue skies!" She giggled and glanced over Henry's shoulder and grinned, revealing two sets of delicate curved fangs.
"Oh dear, it seems you brought us a snack." Henry barred his fangs and pushed Jim back a little further behind him.
"Trixie, NO. he is a friend and is welcome on this ship like any of the others. Ye' don't be trying to take a bite out of him. He's not your Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, nor snack. Understood?" He growled at her and raised an authoritarian eyebrow. She hissed under her breath and muttered something and starred into the deep red liquid.
"It's okay, Jim, you'll be safe with me, I promise." He smiled, and rifled through one of the cabinets that was closest to him on the left and grabbed a box of crackers and a small bag of assorted fruit.
"We don't have much to eat, but I do hope that you won't get too hungry." He bit his lip and set it down on the table in front of them. He stepped back and motioned towards it.
"Well, eat up!"