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Mmhmm. Mmhmm.
Yes, perhaps Professor Lawson knew what she was doing. Er, no, Professor Lawson knew what she was doing.
Treyen nodded. No smile. Just a nod.
But then the smile came. A big one. He knew the keys and the sickle had been the best ideas he'd ever had! He was no stupid boy, he was a smart one. But, of course, if Phineas ever complained then he knew he wasn't doing a good job.
Now she was the one asking questions.
Tsk. Tsk. This was no test. "Well, I don't know for sure how old he was when he was given to us, he was a newborn...so perhaps a month or so old" he started to explain, leaving no question that he had nothing to do with the fact that Professor Lawson didn't tell them how old the creatures were, "So, he should be about a year now" at least he knew that.
Treyen had to think hard, Phineas never gave him much trouble when it came to eating, "He liked milk at the beginning, for some odd reason" he said, tilting his head to one side, "Then he switched to water" then his head tilted to the other side, "When it came to food..." eh, Treyen forgot, no, wait, he remembered! "...he had special food in the Nursery, I never asked what it was, though...and some biscuits and treats, you know, like the ones for dogs" he nodded, and she probably didn't hear what he said in his low voice back there.
But he was rather annoyed at the questions. The Niffler was not dead. "Would you like to see the journal as well?" he asked, apparently annoyed.
Ah, the boy's facial muscles contracted again. Another smile.
Maya kept her scrutinizing eyes on Treyen as he calculated the probable year of the Niffler. She was not impressed though that he didn't know exactly how old the creature was. These things, people need to know. But allright, about a year or so then.
"Mhm." Not impressed.
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Milk, for some
odd reason?? Maya actually rubbed her face with a hand.
Ay.
Special food? Yes, but what WAS this special food? Bisquits and treats did not count as
food.
"I suggest that if you wish to keep Mister Phineas, that you find out what sort of food he eats." That...wasn't a suggestion. Find out what food it is or find out how it feels to be Niffler-less.
The journal? No, she didn't have time for unreadable hand writing today. She held up a hand,
"No, I don't need to see it. I trust you recorded your findings that Phineas ate...canine food." Ay ay ay.
But she couldn't let this go.
"Also, I suggest you go and 'figure out' why the Niffler drank milk in the beginning." Sigh.
"Was there something else you wanted to...concern-ask before I send you out to solve the milk-mystery?" Hmmm?