It's hard not to remember the last time she had a rat on her sleeve - it had been attacking her, and she'd had to shake it off. But this one's different (Mithros knows why), so she holds herself steady as he trundles his way up to her shoulder.
"They liked the peanuts," she says, "though I think they'd like blueberries better. They've always lived in cages - I think they were bred to be pets, though nothing like that happens back home." Not with rats, anyway. Most domesticated animals have specific jobs to do, and it's hard to imagine what practical purpose a domesticated rat might serve. "They've clever enough, though. They know when folk don't like them."
To the rat on her shoulder, she adds in a more wheedling tone, "I think Thomas likes you. He's the one who gave you that nice peanut."
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Date: 2016-12-09 04:37 am (UTC)"They liked the peanuts," she says, "though I think they'd like blueberries better. They've always lived in cages - I think they were bred to be pets, though nothing like that happens back home." Not with rats, anyway. Most domesticated animals have specific jobs to do, and it's hard to imagine what practical purpose a domesticated rat might serve. "They've clever enough, though. They know when folk don't like them."
To the rat on her shoulder, she adds in a more wheedling tone, "I think Thomas likes you. He's the one who gave you that nice peanut."