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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

 Rolf chuckled softly. "I haven't seen him in a while," he said. They'd been friends in school but Rolf hadn't kept up with him to the same extent as Rose or Astoria. He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Oh baby, the bathtub," he said, over the top dramatic. Not that it wasn't a very intriguing mental image that he really shouldn't think about, but she'd left the door open there and so he'd tease even if he wouldn't admit it was intriguing. "Pffft, ruin the business? Yeah, right," he said.

"Not boring, I suppose, but more rote than I'm still used to, I admit," he said. It was still rather odd, not having a different set of things to go out and observe or try to discover. "Fed and cleaned first thing this morning, of course." He often got up early to do that. He'd always been a bit of an early riser, and sometimes his job had demanded it and sometimes it hadn't. "Found a few homes for a few of the animals. Most notably that furry devil Claudius the king of cats." Or rather, the very furry Kneazle mixed breed he'd had trouble placing. "Took in a few dogs and cats into the rescue, though. I think I can pass some of them on through to others to care for, but we'll see. Had a very weird customer come in, asking a million questions about all the things ever, and then abruptly leaving. I still have no idea what that was all about."

He grinned. "Surf and turf spice it is," he said, digging the required ingredients out and turning on the stove, long-fingered hands following the instructions he'd memorized a while back. He had a sheet for reference on the counter, but he'd done this one several times before.