"So you have your own farm?" Ronan asked, still trying to figure it all out. A wizard probably didn't need one, probably had some way of making all the animals invisible or the space for them secret from ordinary people like Ronan. Not that Ronan was all that ordinary. But Newt hadn't mentioned a farm or really any place he kept them. And Ronan had a feeling that a mid-sized city in the middle of North America wasn't exactly a natural habitat for anything.
Except maybe the duck-billed mole thing.
Chainsaw, from her perch on the dashboard, seemed equally curious, letting out an inquisitive little kerah! before hopping down to land on Newt's knee. She tipped her head this way and that as she waddled closer, and pecked at the front of Newt's shirt lightly, clearly looking for something.
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Date: 2017-03-26 04:50 pm (UTC)Except maybe the duck-billed mole thing.
Chainsaw, from her perch on the dashboard, seemed equally curious, letting out an inquisitive little kerah! before hopping down to land on Newt's knee. She tipped her head this way and that as she waddled closer, and pecked at the front of Newt's shirt lightly, clearly looking for something.