"Hmm," Lambert takes a moment to think that over, then shrugs. "How about: to changes, in all forms they take?"
With little more ceremony than that, he taps their mugs lightly together and takes a long drink, whiskey burning down his throat like a bad decision. After that, it's back to turning their attention to the Pokemon, Lambert coaxing Pig back to his side to give Childermass the opportunity to actually eat his damn dinner (assuming he doesn't feed it all to the dog) and brush Baker clean of dried mud. An attempt to play with the Growlithe by tossing grapes for him to catch in his mouth is cut short when Pig uses her height advantage to steal the whole bunch out of Lambert's other hand. Eventually, though, the witcher will step over to the other end of the enclosure and retrieve a simple bit and bridle, slipping it onto her head with practiced ease and using the reins to lead her over to the magician.
"Ready whenever you are," he grins, sharp teeth flashing in the dark. "Don't back out on me now." Of course, there is the question of whether they're riding double up or switching off, but the lazy ease Lambert holds himself with suggests he's not too worried about how things go from here.
Or possibly, he's waiting to see exactly how Childermass is going to manage scrambling onto her back. Either way, he expects to be entertained, and his tail lashing and curling behind him says as much.
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With little more ceremony than that, he taps their mugs lightly together and takes a long drink, whiskey burning down his throat like a bad decision. After that, it's back to turning their attention to the Pokemon, Lambert coaxing Pig back to his side to give Childermass the opportunity to actually eat his damn dinner (assuming he doesn't feed it all to the dog) and brush Baker clean of dried mud. An attempt to play with the Growlithe by tossing grapes for him to catch in his mouth is cut short when Pig uses her height advantage to steal the whole bunch out of Lambert's other hand. Eventually, though, the witcher will step over to the other end of the enclosure and retrieve a simple bit and bridle, slipping it onto her head with practiced ease and using the reins to lead her over to the magician.
"Ready whenever you are," he grins, sharp teeth flashing in the dark. "Don't back out on me now." Of course, there is the question of whether they're riding double up or switching off, but the lazy ease Lambert holds himself with suggests he's not too worried about how things go from here.
Or possibly, he's waiting to see exactly how Childermass is going to manage scrambling onto her back. Either way, he expects to be entertained, and his tail lashing and curling behind him says as much.