Tyb was particularly pleased to have found Bilton again at this event. Although he didn't know the man, and the mere nights of the expedition - it had felt nothing at all like a month - had not afforded them much time to small-talk, apparently all it took was a boulder or two to make the man feel like an old friend.
Or maybe it was a bit more than the boulders - Tybalt couldn't exactly imagine things would have turned out quite as cheerfully if it had gotten down to him and, say, Skeeter. As it was, it didn't much matter to him whether Mr. Bilton was being sincere or teasing him about the, er, minor catastrophe in the pyramid-casino; Tyb grinned broadly either way. "I won't lie, it's quite good to be in a less feline state," he admitted, waving a hand about as if to revel in the fact he could stand on two legs again.
"Wasn't entirely convinced I'd make it back to myself," he said, laughing aloud (a little in relief), "although -" he hadn't seen himself, so this may not be true, and he may have been the mangiest mog to ever touch the face of the earth, but - "I expect I would have made a purrfectly fine cat in the long-term, with a little more practice."
Or maybe it was a bit more than the boulders - Tybalt couldn't exactly imagine things would have turned out quite as cheerfully if it had gotten down to him and, say, Skeeter. As it was, it didn't much matter to him whether Mr. Bilton was being sincere or teasing him about the, er, minor catastrophe in the pyramid-casino; Tyb grinned broadly either way. "I won't lie, it's quite good to be in a less feline state," he admitted, waving a hand about as if to revel in the fact he could stand on two legs again.
"Wasn't entirely convinced I'd make it back to myself," he said, laughing aloud (a little in relief), "although -" he hadn't seen himself, so this may not be true, and he may have been the mangiest mog to ever touch the face of the earth, but - "I expect I would have made a purrfectly fine cat in the long-term, with a little more practice."
