[B follows him, dropping down to sit on whatever space he can find that Art isn't taking up (or, honestly, he might just sit on his legs if there's none left), and listens with visible concern as he starts to explain.
Then what Artolo actually said sinks in.
B's eyes go wide, and he abruptly grabs the back of the couch and leans toward Art.]
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Then what Artolo actually said sinks in.
B's eyes go wide, and he abruptly grabs the back of the couch and leans toward Art.]
Wait-- seriously?!