Dinosaur dentistry [OPEN]
"You're being ridiculous."

Gert was standing outside an ordinary brick-facade office building, her arms crossed over her chest and a frustrated look on her face. Old Lace hid behind a post-office box a few feet away; or rather, she attempted to hide but failed miserably, as she had several feet on the blue metal structure. The dinosaur hissed.

"You think this is fun for me?" The teenager demanded, her eyebrows scaling her forehead. "Dude, I would so much rather be at the park right now. Don't be a baby. I put up with this kind of thing all the time and you don't hear me whining."

Old Lace slunk backwards a step. Apparently, Gert's pep-talks could use some work.

"Old Lace." The teenager's tone was flat. "Do you know how hard it was to find a vet that would see you? Come inside."