There was a problem with the paperwork in Cordel's office. Namely, it was the fact that it was existing, no matter how much he glared at it. Most other things had the decency to eventually fade away when glowered at, but paperwork remained. There was always paperwork and, unfortunately, it had to be done, if only to keep track of things.

Like, for example, the peppermint oil supply. Cordel frowned at the numbers but, alas, that failed to change them at all. La was very, very right about that and this had to be rectified. Er. Not the fact that she was right, exactly. Just what she was right about and that Cordel hadn't been paying close enough attention to the supplies. Well, hopefully they could trade another few heaters with High Reaches and get peppermint in return.

"Prrrip?" You said, sitting up in his lap. The white firelizard was getting bored. While Tribble got to do many exciting things like deliver notes and sit on patients until they stopped moving around so much, poor You had to stay around Cordel.

But it wasn't all bad. After all, Cordel had hands that petted. "Pirrrrrip?" You said more insistently, shoving his butt under the Healer's hand. Good firelizard needs petting? he sent.

"No, You. Go away. Working on paperwork."

Buuuutttttt! it failed to dissuade You even a little. In fact, the firelizard just became more insistent, shoving himself against Cordel's chest instead. "Pirrrrrip?" he purred again.

"NO."

"Pirrrrrip!" More insistent, complete with firelizard clambering up to Cordel's shoulder and starting to nuzzle his face. Want pets!

At that point, there really was no defense. Cordel gave up against the cheerful onslaught and tickled the firelizard's stomach.

B'lorn was in a tizzy- okay, so he was always spazzing out, but today was a special spazz out. Even more special than normal. It was a 'oh my goodness what am I going to do with this poor little flitter!' spazz today. As such, he was on a hunt. A hunt to find someone who could help make sure that he could do absolutely everything for the little babe.

Said white was cradled carefully in the man's arms, as if the curiously peeping thing was going to fall and break its face at any time. "It's okay, Lin. We're going to see someone who can help figure out how to take better care of you!" He needed to know if spoiling the thing rotten was a bad idea or not so he could feel appropriately guilty for how revered the White was already.

Once outside the office, Lin cheeped. Loudly. It was shockingly loud for such a small thing and B'lorn was quite obviously surprised. "Oh my." Well, that was a great introduction. Sort of. Oh dear. As far as tizzies went, this one wasn't that bad, thankfully. However, he still seemed nervous when he knocked on the office door.

"Um. H-hello?" B'lorn, it's typical to say what you want when you knock. Lin just chirped again, looking quite bored. As bored as a firelizard could be, that was.

"JESUS BALLS, TRIBBLE, DO..." oh wait. The gold flit wasn't anywhere in sight. Or out of sight, most likely, because if she was around people, she wanted to be the center of attention. Cordel was temporarily confused before he heard the soft knock and the even softer voice.

"Kirrrrip!" You responded happily, absolutely delighted to hear another firelizard. For a moment, he mantled his wings and nearly took off before Cordel stopped him.

Grumbling under his breath, the Healer answered the door and looked up at B'lorn. And then further up, since the Garnetrider was a good half-foot taller than the Healer. And then he looked back at the tiny white firelizard in the man's hands. And then back up at his face. Firelizard. Face. Firelizard. Face.

"Yes? Can I help you?" he finally asked, when he decided that he'd gathered all the material he could without actually talking.

"Kirrrr!" You chirped again, skittering to Cordel's other shoulder and then back a few times. New-friend, new-friend! he messaged happily, stopping only occasionally to look down at tiny Lin. New-friend-happy-friend? he asked, chittering out loud.

Oh Faranth there was screaming. B'lorn looked like he was prepared to run away from whatever monster that was there, though, the door opened too soon for that to happen. Still, the man looked terrified, though, that stopped (sort of) when he saw the other white firelizard. Oh, good. This was the right place.

Lin, meanwhile, was not a happy camper. Er, flitter. While he had tried to position himself in such a way to look mostly hidden, he had peeked his head up to glare at the other white with red, angry eyes. No, this was his hand! No one else got to perch here! If he was a human, he would have stuck his tongue out and went 'neener'. Instead, he settled for trying to make himself look bigger while...still trying to hide. It wasn't a success.

"U-Um, well..I...I don't want to hurt him, s-so I was wondering...D-Do you have any...advice? F-For taking care of Lin!" To show who was meant, the little flit was lifted up slightly, which got a hiss. "S-Sorry!" Wait, he was talking to the flitter, right?

"B-But...y-y-yes...S-Sorry t-to bother you! I-I'm sure you're busy!" Oh Faranth this talking thing was so hard. It made him want to cry.

"Skrrawww!" It was all too easy to picture a little D: face on You at that moment as he squawked at the other flit. Why was he being mean? Bad-firelizard-not-getting-scratches! he messaged intently, trying to think of the meanest thing he could. And-no-treats! Unfortunately, this... didn't seem to be having the proper effect. Chittering with confusion, You tried to figure out something even worse.

...no-scritches! he sent again and sat back, satisfied with his threat.

Cordel ignored him. He wasn't relevant. Patients were relevant. "Come in," he said, opening the door the rest of the way and returning to his desk. Well, another white flit. "You've already been doing something right at least," he said, only grudgingly giving out compliments like they were priceless gold.

"He's alive, after all. Most of them don't even make it this far." Oh look. Cordel was trying to be nice. How failtastic. "And he's got a good set of lungs on him. That's good. You here still has lung problems. Have you noticed any particular issues yet?"