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[royalfling]

A dog! [ He claps his hands together. ] What sort of dog? What's their name?

Ah-- [ He looks a little sheepish. ] I mean. That's good! To have a dog. But perhaps you would benefit from talking to a person, too?

[quipsandthwips]

I guess we don't, not really. I think we've been pretty low on people who are qualified for it... Maybe someone can work towards an education in that field...

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The only thing I'd be worried about is the mental health help needing help after hearing about all of our issues.

[royalfling]

Ah, right. I suppose that would need a degree, wouldn't it? There's so much to learn here.

Well, I'm still offering. I might not be trained, but I'm happy to listen.

[quipsandthwips]

Yeah... I mean, even if someone didn't have a degree...

Maybe just someone to talk to would be nice.

People get pretty messed up here after a little while; I have it on good authority they get quieter and quieter about how bad off they are mentally.

[royalfling]

That's good to know.

I'll see what I can do, see if there's anyone here who can help. I'm happy to talk to you, if you need someone who isn't your dog. But I have to admit, I can completely untrained.

[quipsandthwips]

Sounds like a nice talk, anyway.

[Getting Peter to open up is like trying to open a can with a pair of nail clippers. But that's not unusual around here, and Wu's getting that toe in the door. Small mercies!]

Talking has to go both ways, though. If something's bothering you or you need help, you should reach out, too. Right?

[royalfling]

I-- thank you. I appreciate that.

[ Wu will share, up to a point. Having people offer, though, that is new. People tend to gloss over him, think there's nothing deeper than the surface. ]

It's been lovely to get to know you, Peter.

[quipsandthwips]

[Wu earns a particularly earnest and warm smile in return.]

Right back at you, buddy.