“Wait, do you mean you made a new friend, or you made a new friend?”
“Uhh, the first one. Wait, no, the second one... Which one doesn't involve artificially crafted Lovecraftian horrors of medicine?” -- RecklessPrudence
"The second one," sighed Master Brubrik, "Does involve artificially crafted Lovecraftian horrors of medicine," she spared another glance at the thing on the slab. "Which of course means that you mean the latter of those two options."
It had a tentacle wrapped around Podsbury's arm. "Daaaa deeeeee," it croaked.
"Uh. Yeah. Um. You know how I said I don't socialise well..."
"I recall vividly."
"And in order to pass the social section of this semester? And I need five people to talk to regularly? But... There's only four people in this entire town who could put up with me for an hour?"
"Daaaaaa deeeeee..."
"Podsbury, you've created a child, not a friend."
"Children can be friends," argued Podsbury.
Master Brubrik glared at him. "We've discussed this, Podsbury..."
"Daaaaa deeeeeeeee..."
"Oh. Right. The thing about appropriate social boundaries. Yeah. Um. I didn't know what else to do."
Master Bubrik could easily pity Podsbury when she wasn't being so exasperated with him. "There is a Parents of New Monsters support group that meets on Thursdays in the Very Re-enforced Playroom. Perhaps you can meet a new friend there. You and your thing can expand your... social limits."
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