"M' talkin t' 'de Doct'r. He wanna know if 'de ot'er Doct'r got floppy ears, 'das all." He was tucking it away then. "'Member I tell you it can talk t' ot'er people? Well, 'das wha' we use 'dem for." He broke into a grin but was turning to keep pace with her, hopping that first step to do so, but it was easy after that. He was taller than she was and had longer legs.
"Where we goin' now?" He hoped it was back to the town, somewhere nice and warm.. maybe back to the theater. There'd been food there. Why had he left again..? Stupid Cajun. Stay in the warm place with the food. He let out a slow breath. Yeah, he never listened to himself. He should start.