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Listening to the fish

She had been told not to explore without her sister. Of course, Buffy was overly protective of Dawn in this place where they knew very little about their surroundings. And maybe since overly protective was her sister's default in regards to her, Dawn should change that to supremely protective. But Dawn had a habit of not listening to her sister and doing her own thing. She was older now, a college student even, and didn't really think most people here even knew what 'the key' was or how they could try to use it.

This is what has her standing at an open door, peeking inside in excited wonderment. She hasn't quite stepped in yet. Mostly, she's just looking in and marvelling at the sight of the Brontosauruses drinking from the lake, their long necks curving and dipping down or rising high up over the ground.

“This is so freakin' cool...” She murmurs to herself, on the edge of stepping in, but also something holding her back from fully doing so. She saw Jurrasic Park. Plus, there's that little voice of her sister in her ear telling her to be careful, not to go off on her own, not to speak to strangers, yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah and so forth.

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Guess who's already exploring? This guy right here. In fact, Peter has explored this door before. It's one of his favorite doors, in fact. Who doesn't love dinosaurs? And yes, it's dangerous, but he's been careful thus far and only had one minor run in with the T-Rex.

Currently, Peter is sitting in one of the trees hanging over the lake. He drops to the ground in a crouch in front of the door then rises to his feet with a grin.

"So are you coming in or are you gonna watch from there all day?"

She's surprised to find Peter there. Her lips curve into a smile as he drops down from the tree and she recognizes him. If he's in there then it has to be safe, right? Right. And no one has to know except the two of them. Sure, Dawn. Keep telling yourself that."

She takes a step inside, looking back and then once more to Peter. "No skateboarding run ins in dinosaur land?"

Safe is one of those relative terms, Dawn. However, he's got no intention of letting something hurt her, even if he has to pull some superhuman moves to make it happen. At least here, he's aware he's not the weirdest thing in the hotel.

When she steps through the door, he reaches out to take her upper arm. "Stay close." It's a murmured warning. "Oddly, they're lacking sidewalks and wood floors."

Stay close? He better keep a good hold on her because she's busy look up and around her and at everything and everywhere except for where she's going. "This is so cool though, right? Like who ever thought we'd be living Jurrasic Park??"

Well he had a good hold on her, but decided it was probably rude, so he lets go once they're moving through the jungle.

"No. Yeah--it's--" he bobbles his head, looking up at the dinosaurs as they make their way past them, "it's awesome and I mean that in every possible way. You've gotta--you've gotta be careful though," he warns.

"There's an angry T-Rex around here and I'm pretty sure I heard some raptors."

"Ohmigosh, you sound like my sister. Minus the awesome part. And sure, I can be a trouble magnet but I've also seen Jurrasic Park like gazillion times." Her hands are on her hips and she's stopped walking, casting Peter a glance and then looking up at the Brontosauruses.

"They're pretty, right? I think they're the prettiest dinosaur... kind of graceful and aloof even in their massiveness."

"Ouch," Peter responds, his hand going to rest over his heart. "You wound me. I swear I didn't mean to be minus the awesome part. Wait, what part was minus the awesome part? And which part is...awesome?"

At her comment, he looks up, a look of awe coming over his face. "Dude, their massiveness is what makes them gorgeous. They've got that neck and they're huge. Yeah, I think they're the prettiest."

"You're missing the point. I don't need a babysitter anymore. I grew out of that..." Never. Okay, so she always needed a baby sitter. She shrugs and rolls her eyes. "Fine. Maybe I need a baby sitter."

She pauses and thoughtfully looks back up. "I wish I had a camera."

Peter's hands go up in a surrender sort of position. "Hey! No. I didn't mean that. I was just--just talking about being careful in...you know...a dangerous place."

His eyes light up at her comment. He slips the backpack on his shoulders off one shoulder so he can rummage in it, pulling his digital camera out. He holds it out to her. "Will that do?"

She smiles at the sight of the camera and nods. But she doesn't take it. Instead, she steps backward closer to the lake. "You take a picture. Will you? There has to be proof that this happened!"

A goofy grin lopes across his face and he nods, stepping forward to take the camera from her. Now that he's got permission, he'll take a slew of pictures on this outing. "Yeah, sure," he nods and steps back a little further. He puts the camera up to his face, looking through the viewfinder.

"Okay. Say Cheese."

Unfortunately the flash attracts the dinosaurs attention.

"Uhm...Dawn...maybe we should..." he nods toward the restless dinosaurs.

Dawn primps and preens, paying little head to the massive creatures in the lake. Sure, they're vegetarians, but one chomp of their blunt teeth or stomp of their tree trunk sized feet could crack her open like a pistacio."

"Monterrey jack, Colby, provolone and mozzarella." She says with a smile. Then pauses when he says her name. "What?"

He can't help but chuckle at her 'cheese'. He reaches out to grab her hand. "Come on. They don't like the flash," he tugs her toward him and deeper into the jungle away from the restless, giant dinosaurs.

She easily follows along for the time being, her hand tightly holding his. "Oh. I was worried I had something in my teeth." Because with a cute boy that is way more important than aggravating some dinosaurs with a flash bulb. Right? Right.

Peter gives her a confused slash amused look and shakes his head. "Nope. You're something in your teeth free. I mean...that I could--could tell." He's not sure if he's supposed to have been looking that close or not. He's not even sure whether he was looking that close or not. Yes, she's pretty. That hasn't escaped his notice, but who really paid that much attention to teeth? Especially from a photograph taking distance.

He slows down once they're out of range of the dinosaurs. "Okay. I think we're good. We just have to keep an eye out for any others."

She grins an ear splitting grin at the knowledge that he was looking that closely. Maybe she should be unnerved by it, but she isn't. When they slow down, she looks back in the direction they came. She can still just barely see the Brontosauruses with their heads high over the trees and their tree trunk like legs through the actual tree trunks.

Then she looks back to Peter. "Have you seen any others?"

Well, yeah. Not only was he taking a picture, but she's beautiful. He's not immune despite the fact that his last relationship didn't work out so well and she's here in the hotel. It's good that she's not unnerved. He'd feel guilty if that was the case.

"Last time I was here, there was a herd of raptors. I scrambled up a tree pretty quickly and waited them out. There's at least one T-Rex moving around, but you can hear him coming."

Yes. There are other dinosaurs.

"Oh I bet the herd was awesome." She can kind of see them running along in her mind's eye. She looks sideways at him. "How do you hide from the T-Rex? I mean I'm guessing you hear him and you hide. Right?"

"They were amazing, a little scary, but amazing. They were definitely thinking and trying to figure out how to trap me." He'd only really gotten away because he could web from tree to tree. They weren't used to hunting prey as evolved as he was.

"Pretty much and you stay very still and quiet. They hear by sound waves, like bats."

The fact that Peter knows these things makes her smile. She likes that she isn't the only nerd in the room when she's around him. She casts that smile toward him and impulsively links her arm with his as they walk. "So what else do you know, Mr. Smartypants?"

She definitely isn't the only nerd in the room with Peter. "Oh," he responds, stalling as he attempts to come up with a fact about dinosaurs. "They're more closely related to birds than reptiles? I mean...you probably know that if you saw the movie, but yeah. Birds. Weird right?"

"Yeah, they think a lot more dinosaurs had feathers rather than the thick skin we've seen them CGI'd with for all these years." Dawn nodded. "And most of them were pack animals."

Peter bobbed his head in a nod. "Which makes a lot more sense when you think about it. That heavy thick skin couldn't have properly sweated the way it would have had to in the tropical environment."

"I suddenly wanna research all of this and learn more." But there isn't a library in the hotel, or the internet. "Is there?" Only after she voices the last question does she realize she hadn't said the prior, only thought it. "I mean... there's not a library in the hotel, is there?"

Peter ponders that a moment. "Not as far as I know, but we've got doors to everywhere. We've gotta be able to find a library through one of them."

It makes sense, right? He's all for doing more research on dinosaurs or anything, really.

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