In which Petulia gets her pigs.

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((Closed RP for Petulia and Tinky Winky.))

Petulia was having a bit of trouble adjusting. She'd been here for a couple of months, and she had yet to really settle in. Not for lack of trying - she'd signed up for both the Secret Santa and the Valentine's Day blind date, but her Santa hadn't shown up, and she'd chickened out on actually going to the date.

She picked at her lunch and kicked her chair leg irritably. The great hall was - well, not empty, but not crowded either, as she was eating lunch in the middle of the afternoon. That tended to happen a lot, lately.

There was definitely something missing, she mused. Petulia had always lived and worked around animals, and she felt uncomfortably aimless without any livestock to look after. It was silly, but she couldn't quite shake off the feeling that she was sitting around when there were things she should be doing. Somehow, the furby she'd picked up at the CoMC class a few weeks ago didn't quite fill the void.

Actually, the furby she'd picked up at the CoMC class was pretty damn annoying, even to Petulia, who loved all animals (except maybe sheep). She tried to give it the attention it needed, if only because she'd be mortified to bring a neglected furby to the next class, but sometimes enough was enough. Therefore, Dah Noh-Lah was currently trying to navigate a maze of books and other random items under Petulia's bed. That should keep it busy for a while, at least.

Petulia sighed, and put down her fork. What she wouldn't do for a cute, wobbly-nosed pig. What she wouldn't do, indeed. Well, she might be about to find out...

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"Yes, that's another piggy. Um, how many do you have in there?" she asked, scooping up the first piglet and cuddling it in her arms. It settled down, probably thankful to be away from the Teletubby.

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The piglets were probably all thankful to be away from the Teletubby and from the curious interdimensional Schrödinger-space of his magic handbag. Oblivious, Tinky Winky continued to pull piglets from the purse as though it were a clown car.

"Ham? Ham?" he inquired of each one. The Narrator kept count: "Tinky Winky found a third piglet! Tinky Winky found a fourth piglet!"

It would seem the Narrator found this an educational opportunity for the learning of ordinal numbers.

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There was no way that four piglets could fit into that purse. Perhaps they weren't there until he pulled them out? That made a kind of sense that lined up neatly with the over-arching lack of logic in this place. If that was the case, then probably the best thing to do was to stop him from producing any more.

"Um, if you want ham, you can have my sandwich," she said, holding it out to Tinky Winky. "I'm done with it anyway."

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Tinky Winky abandoned his rummaging. The last of the four piglets wiggled away from him and hit the floor running. "Sammich?" Unsurprisingly, the Teletubby could not pronounce the name of the food.

He took the sandwich carefully from Petulia, both clumsy mitts clamping bread and meat together. "Ham," he said proudly, and took a bite ...

"Ewwwwwww."

"Tinky Winky didn't like ham," the Narrator helped. "Tinky Winky only knew how to eat Tubby Custard and Tubby Toast."

"Tinky Winky no wike," the Teletubby confirmed.

Well, that would certainly make the menu interesting for the Scott-Winky nuptial luau!

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"Um, well, I suppose it's not for everyone," Petulia agreed. She somehow managed to round up the four piglets, which were luckily still small enough to just barely fit all four in an armful. She'd have to find a pen of some sort for them, or maybe see if there was an empty shed or barn somewhere on campus. It was still cold out there, and they were so little. Maybe she could even find someplace to keep them inside until spring.

"I'm going to take care of the piggies, ok?" she said to Tinky Winky. Not that she was likely to let anyone take them away now, even if he did object.