Indigo coos with delight at the sight of the fluffy pets, approaching the couch and holding out a hand to let them sniff. (Not that there'll be much to sniff, as she doesn't have a personal odor of her own -- any smell on her will have come from the environment.)
"Can I pet 'em when we're done here?" She gestures at the creatures, and when they're done sniffing, she goes to satisfy her curiosity, approaching the star as well.
"Someone try to eat it?" she asks, though she seems to be stating the obvious. "Did it still glow while it was inside 'em?" Perhaps the stomach would be too deep to see such a glow through all the skin and muscle in the way, but what about while they were swallowing it, when it was still in their throat? That's pretty close to the surface, right?
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"Can I pet 'em when we're done here?" She gestures at the creatures, and when they're done sniffing, she goes to satisfy her curiosity, approaching the star as well.
"Someone try to eat it?" she asks, though she seems to be stating the obvious. "Did it still glow while it was inside 'em?" Perhaps the stomach would be too deep to see such a glow through all the skin and muscle in the way, but what about while they were swallowing it, when it was still in their throat? That's pretty close to the surface, right?