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[princehonorable]

Currently, Charming is occupied in a great and terrible staring bout with a black and white fuzzy creature. His mother had a dog like this when he was little more than a boy, but it's not the same one. The patches are different, for a start, and so is the temperament. The odder thing, of course, is the presence of the dog in his and Snow's bedroom.

And it's staring at him.

"Hello," Charming says warily, tipping his head to one side to see if the dog responds to him. He does little more than give a whine. "Are you supposed to be somewhere? I'd remember if you were mine." Which is almost a joke in and of itself, given that there are still small gaps in his memory, as if fate is holding out one last joke on him. "Snow?" Charming summons. "There's something here you may want to see!"

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[pureofheart]

She's in the other room packing them a picnic lunch to take for the afternoon. It's something they'd started when he was still unable to walk long distances, and now it feels like a tradition - and one she doesn't quite want to give up for a while yet.

"What on Earth - " The shout is enough to garner her attention and she comes in from the kitchen to the room they share, tilting her head in a near mirror of Charming's when she spots the fuzzy intruder. "Where did he come from?"