Room 238, Saturday afternoon

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Aeryn is taking petsitting seriously. Vladdie's bottles are in the fridge, the curtains are closed, Yoda is far away from the sea monkeys because although she doubts there would be a problem unless she put Yoda in the tank, she'd rather not take any chances, and she's not running from the room at all. So far it's not going badly.

And she keeps looking at the ceiling to make sure Vladdie's not up there.

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"Are you going to take a nap with Vladdie?" she asks, and she barely reaches down for Vladdie before he's flying up to the bed himself and barks at John's feet.

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"I think a nap might just happen," he says and pats the space near his head for Vladdie.

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Vladdie bounds over, and sits on John's head.

"Hold on," Aeryn says, "let me get the DRD."

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"The dog is sitting on my head," John points out.

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Aeryn totally picks up the DRD and points it at John. "I know," she says. "I want a picture for Rory."

Of course she does

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Bertram snaps a picture.

John yawns. "It's not too bad. He's not heavy or nothing."

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"Thank you," Aeryn tells Bertram. To John, she says, "Are you going to sleep with him like that?"

Vladdie's good with it.

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"He seems to like it," John mumbles. "So, sure."

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She shakes her head, and goes to make sure the turtle is still alive.

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John just ends up snoring lightly.