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"Never said I don't like people, I just don't trust their compliments when I have something they want," Matotoka corrected. "If I didn't like people, I'd say I'd not have come to a Weyr. They're full of all sorts!"

Though he'd also not come to to the Weyr with the purest of dragon-impressing intentions in mind.

"Don't you worry, little guy, Heist isn't going to get your cookie if you take a little longer. He still needs to finish his." Heist, again, had the dignity to look offended that his desire for more cookie was being thwarted.

A coughed up cookie wouldn't deter Heist who went through an entire journey of being disappointed the Cookie-that-should-have-been-his-but-wasn't-his was eaten, to excited that it had returned to where he could have gotten it - even hopping off of Matotoka's shoulder to cautiously approach it, to a creel of distress as Altan took his second go at eating it. Heist immediately pressed his nose up against the other brown's snout to sniff around - perhaps hopeful that it again would return so he could have it.

It didn't, and Heist creeled sadly again.

"That's disgusting, buddy," Matotoka informed Heist flatly. Why were animals weird? With his cookie still unfinished, Heist appealed to Nashwa again. Cookie? "Dude, eat the one you have." Creeeeeeeeeeeel? "Heist, I'm going to take your cookie if you don't eat it." Creeeee-SQUAWK!

Matotoka indeed had taken the cookie, stuffing it into one of the pockets that lined the inside of his tunic and sending Heist scrambling after it.....after another long look at the plate of cookies.

"No more, Heist," Matotoka ran his fingers along the frills on the back of the brown's neck and the firelizard flopped into a pathetic heap in the sand, making the most dismayed sound he possibly could. His cookie was gone (as the idea of climbing into the pocket after it had not yet occurred) and there was no more.

No more for Heist.

Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel

"Faranth help you, why are you like this?" Matotoka didn't seem exasperated, but more amused as the slow roll his firelizard did, clearly a show to hopefully change somebody's mind about what foods should be given to firelizards. Matotoka scooped him up with one hand and held him like a limp doll.

"I'm going to tell the story of what just happened to anybody who ever considers a firelizard a majestic pet."

"I mean, a flying anything that is bonded to you and can jump across the world is pretty exotic," Heist had gotten surprisingly good at hopping 'home' with letters, "but I'm pretty sure the canine back home understood the idea of don't eat vomit off the ground that's disgusting when told no."

Part of that was simply Heist was a brat and while he could go through the steps of being trained, all bets were off when food was involved.

Matotoka rested the pouting brown flit over his shoulder, balancing him there as he stood. "He's going to forget about the cookie until I pull out the rest of it later. Never seen him so fascinated with sweets, though."

Heist was now sulking.

"Maybe they're magic. Magic firelizard-attracting cookies," Matotoka suggested, standing back up with the brown teetering on his shoulder - and making sure to use his claws to hold steady. Hisssss! "Hey. If you're going to be a brat you can get off me," he chided, using his index finger to thwap the brown's face. "You are really hung up on the cookies," which meant Matotoka would hold onto it longer.

"Heist, do you want to be fat?" Matotoka asked his firelizard. Heist huffed in disappointment, his tail flicking and bapping the young man on the other side of his face. Swatting the tail away, Matotoka laughed. "He'd probably love being fat if I'd let him - and I'm honestly not really a good cook. I'd be better off hoping you always have a plate I can make hopeful eyes at - since you do like to share."

Matotoka laughed. "I burned it once," he defended, not that it made it any better, "and it would be, but I'd like to see him get into his favorite hiding places if he was too big for it." It likely took effort for a firelizard to be fat anyways.

"I'd certainly like that! I'm sure he," Matotoka bounced his shoulder where Heist was sulking, "would too."

"It was!" Matotoka defended with mock offense. Sure, he'd been around during several of the other incidents, but he hadn't been anywhere near the food at that time! But it really seemed to be a far-too-common occurrence. "Oh, yes. He's a whole load of trouble - he'll lose all grace in stealing cookies for sure."

Heist cheeped - a huffing, pout of a noise at mention of the cookie. His stolen, pilfered cookie. Woe was he. "I'm sure that'll be appreciated, won't it?" Matotoka asked, earning a small whine that wasn't really an answer. "Hmmmm. I wonder who you get your manners from, really!"

Surely not him!