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[commandertoolbelt]

[ Leo's been scarce for the last few days. He's shown up once or twice, but he's vanished just as quickly, with hardly a word to anyone except maybe his sister. Anyone observant may have noticed him sporting a new leather tool belt, but who really looks that hard? He's just a mechanic, after all.

So where's he been? That's a Cabin Nine secret. But when he reemerges, he's landing a giant dragon automaton made of Celestial bronze somewhere between the arena and the forges. Look, guys, he's got wings now! ]

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[clearasil]

[ Actually ... yeah it looks quite jaunty if you asked her. She purses her lips to the side before she breaks into a grin, bowing her head respectfully. ]

Buford the Bunker 9 Table. It's a pleasure.

[ He reminds her of the magic carpet, actually, more than Festus. ] This place is insane, Leo. It's like a type of Disneyland for you, isn't it?

[commandertoolbelt]

[ Absolutely beaming. ]

We don't have a talking trashcan - [ yet ] - but we've got the next best thing... Free admission!

[ Truth be told, Leo thinks this is better anyway, because it's his. ]

[clearasil]

[ She laughs softly. ] Amusement parks charge exorbitant fees.

And - [ She spreads her arms, even giving a little spin not really characteristic of her. ] - no lines. I could get used to something like that.

[commandertoolbelt]

Even better.

[ His expression turns thoughtful. ]

It could maybe use a fast food place or two. Dragon-themed, of course.

[ Cabin Nine is all about the dragons these days. ]

[clearasil]

[ Natalie snorts in an unbecoming manner and covers her face with a shake of her head. ]

Jeez. Yeah. Dragon fries and fire broiled burgers.

[ Oh, yeah. She drops her hand, looking at him seriously. ] And no fish.

[commandertoolbelt]

What self-respecting dragon would eat fish?

[ Appalled. He is absolutely appalled at the suggestion, and Festus echoes the sentiment with a low grinding noise like a growl. How dare you. ]

[clearasil]

Hey, fellas, I'm just saying. [ With her hands held up in defense. No offense meant, Festus. ]

What would he prefer at this fast food joint? You mentioned tacos earlier.

[commandertoolbelt]

[ He nods, letting his eyes wander the workshop while he thinks about it. ]

Tacos with extra tabasco, oil on the side. A good burger is essential, and fries with just the right amount of grease...

[ Suddenly, Leo's eyes widen as if he's just had the greatest idea ever. And, for the moment, he totally has. ]

Taco burgers!

[clearasil]

Is that a thing? it should totally be a thing if it isn't.

[ If she wasn't full from dinner, she might have a craving for it now. Speaking of dinner ... ]

We should head back in a little. Or I should if you wanna stay. [ But then again, the sun doesn't set until a little after eight. ]

[commandertoolbelt]

I've never heard of it before, but we can make it one!

[ He's all excited for a new project, and he has to take a moment to scramble for a scrap of paper and a pen to write it down before he forgets. And then his excitement wanes at the reminder of curfew. Curfews suck, but he's not planning to work on Festus anymore tonight. Might as well let the dragon sleep, and get some sleep himself. ]

Guess you're right.

[ He's spent a lot of time up here over the weekend anyway. At least some of his time should be spent in other parts of the camp. ]