Author's Notes: I learned and speak Commonwealth English. Fried potato slices with different condiments are called crisps.
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"Okay, i'll order the pizza, Bluey'll get the decorations neat and, Mackenzie, would you be okay with going to Woofies for some snacks?"
"Uhm, sure!" Mackenzie hesitated abit. After all, it's been about 5 years since he last set a paw on Brisbane. "Wait, how am i going to pay for the snacks? i don't have any Australian money on me"
"There's some cash on my wallet, take some. Just be quick, i'll need some to pay for the food." Rusty said as he waited for the restaurant to pick up.
"Okay!" Mackenzie replied as he took some and got out the door.
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"So, Bluey, do you still like Mackenzie?" Rusty said.
"Well, it's complicate-"
"Shh! They just picked up!" Rusty whispered.
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"Huh, didn't now they had all these options"
Mackenzie turned round with the snacks, although, being so flabbergasted with crisp companies capitalizing on different chemicals he didn't realize there was someone beside him.
"Oops!" He went face-first on said dog. "Sorry!"
-Don't worry, i shouldn't have gotten this close. -Said the dog. 'That's not an Australian accent'Mackenzie then continued the conversation. "You're not from down-under, are you?"
-Nope, from Newfoundland.
"Ah, makes sense." Mackenzie then remembered what he was supposed to do.
"Oops, gotta go! sorry for stumbling upon you!"
-Yeah, no problem.
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Author's Notes: Cheap drama, anyone?
If you're caught up on my pinboard you know i actually didn't know that English didn't use en-dashes for dialogue, and i just assumed it was artistic choice to use quotation marks. As Jean-Luc's native tongue is also a Romance language, i figured it'd be a silly gag.
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