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Grian and Scar show up at the museum around lunchtime, all giddy energy with yellow flowers in their hair.
"Cub!" Scar sing-songs, loud to get Cub's attention.
"Yeah?" Cub asks, entering the main room to see them.
Grian's wings are puffed up and he's carrying a picnic basket. "You're having lunch with us." Grian says. It doesn't seem like he's willing to give Cub a choice.
"Give me a second to put things away-"
Grian relents on that. Though not without stealing a kiss first.
"What's with the flowers?"
"We're at war with Doc" Grian says cheerfully. This does not answer Cub's question.
Scar's response clarifies things somewhat. "We're the buttercups."
"It's me, Scar and Mumbo. Unless you want to join?"
"I'll think about it." Cub says, but really, he's much too busy with his museum to be getting into a prank war.
They both seem to take this as the yes it isn't.
“You know you’re wearing dandelions in your hair, not buttercups, right?”
Grian and Scar both make offended gasps.