Hey, bestie! Come here, get cozy, I gotta tell you the cutest little dino tea from last night. You are not gonna believe this drama.

Okay, so you know Trixie the Triceratops, right? The one with the sparkly new leaves braided around her horns? Yeah, her. So, she’s been totally trying to get the attention of Rex, the new T-Rex who just moved into the valley. And girl, it is not going smoothly.

So last night, the whole crew is hanging out by the Glittering Geyser—you know, the one that burps up sparkly water at moonrise. It’s kinda the hot spot. Trixie decides tonight’s the night. She practices her prettiest leafy horn-twirl in a puddle for, like, an hour. Bless her.

Moonrise comes, the geyser does its pffft glitter thing—so pretty!—and Trixie makes her move. She saunters—well, as much as a three-horned tank can saunter—over to Rex, who’s just… staring at his own reflection in the water. Classic.

“Hey Rex,” she says, all casual. “Cool, um, teeth you got there. Really sharp.”

Rex blinks, slowly. “Thanks. I sharpen them on volcanic rock. It’s a whole routine.”

Awkward silence. You could hear a pine needle drop.

Suddenly, from behind a giant fern, we hear this little voice giggle. It’s Ziggy, the compsognathus—the tiny, gossipy one who knows everything. “Oh boy,” he whispers, way too loud. “This is more painful than stepping on a lava rock.”

Trixie ignores him. She tries again. “So, Rex… do you, maybe, want to share my cycad salad? I brought extra.”

And Rex, this big beautiful lug, just frowns. “I… don’t eat salad, Trixie. I’m, you know. A carnivore.” He looks genuinely sorry about it, too.

Trixie’s whole face falls. Oh honey, no. You could see her heart sink right into her toes. Ziggy face-palms with his little claw. “She brought a salad? To a carnivore date? Wow, someone didn’t do her research.”

Just as Trixie is about to turn and run away forever, something amazing happens. Rex’s stomach lets out the loudest, most epic GURGLE you have ever heard. I’m talking echo-off-the-cliffs, shake-the-fern-leaves loud. It sounded like two volcanoes having an argument.

“WHOA,” Ziggy yelps, popping straight up into the air.

Rex looks horrified. “Excuse me! The, uh, pterodactyl wings I had earlier… they’re just… very opinionated.”

And instead of running, Trixie… starts laughing. Not a mean laugh, but a real, snorty, happy laugh. “Oh my gosh, mine does that too! Last week, after I ate those fermented berries? My tummy sang the entire Dino Dawn chorus. It was so embarrassing!”

Rex’s nervous frown melts into a goofy grin. “Really? You’re not… totally weirded out?”

“Are you kidding?” Trixie snorts. “That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard! My burps are basically just little sighs. Yours has presence.”

And just like that, the awkwardness was gone. They spent the whole night talking—well, mostly about digestive sounds and the best rocks for a post-meal nap. Turns out, he’s actually super sweet, just a little clumsy. And get this—he thinks her leafy horn decorations are “very avant-garde.” Fancy, right?

So now, instead of a failed date, they’re the valley’s new favorite weirdo duo. Sometimes you just gotta bond over a noisy stomach, you know?

Anyway, that’s the hot goss. The moral of the story? Be yourself, even if yourself is a little bit loud and gurgly. The right dino won’t just like you despite it… they’ll think it’s awesome.

Alright, that’s enough tea for one night. Close your eyes and dream of glittery geysers and happy, rumbly tummies. Night night! 🌙✨