[Laura was brought up short by the voice addressing her, and her eyes narrow for a moment. The trickster, in a disguise and...younger. And not himself. And yet it was still him.]
[She isn't quite certain what to make of the chickens though, so she looks from one, to the other, and then up at Kurt himself.]
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[She isn't quite certain what to make of the chickens though, so she looks from one, to the other, and then up at Kurt himself.]
...I do not need any rubber chickens.