The child stares up at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes. There are a few feathers sticking out of its mouth.
"Spit it out now."
There's a small, high-pitched, oddly dainty cough from the child, and an intact and very startled-looking porg tumbles onto the ground. The porg lays there for a moment, looking stunned, while the child opens its mouth again --
"Nope," Din says, scooping up the kid. "There are better things to eat on the ship." Or at least, things to eat that don't have a few dozen of their relatives staring at you from all around while you eat them.
The porg flutters its tiny wings, manages to get itself upright, and wobbles off.
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The child stares up at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes. There are a few feathers sticking out of its mouth.
"Spit it out now."
There's a small, high-pitched, oddly dainty cough from the child, and an intact and very startled-looking porg tumbles onto the ground. The porg lays there for a moment, looking stunned, while the child opens its mouth again --
"Nope," Din says, scooping up the kid. "There are better things to eat on the ship." Or at least, things to eat that don't have a few dozen of their relatives staring at you from all around while you eat them.
The porg flutters its tiny wings, manages to get itself upright, and wobbles off.