"Are you quite certain you want another piece of- Okay. Alright. Please don't bite my fingers off. But I don't think you've got the same digestion as you used to and you're going to get fat."
Perhaps a lot of the guests were taking a wide berth around Lou and her husband because to the outside eye, she had to admit, it did look like she was feeding cake to and having a one-sided conversation with a goat.
Lou watched her husband lick up the remaining cake from the plate and rolled her eyes skyward, muttering with some vengeance. "I really should restrict you to grass and greens. Cake isn't for goats, remember?"
The few that knew her story -- some coworkers, and regulars to the shop, as well as a few families she tutored for -- had waved and said their hellos as well as the usual pleasantries. She had her husband on his leash so as not to be told off by any patrolling interlopers who thought it uncouth to bring a goat to a play in the park. She had paid the ticket price though, so she had every right to be there. She was delighted she only had to buy one ticket. Money would be a little tight this month, as her dearest husband had contracted fleas from a neighbourhood cat and she'd had to burn a lot of their possessions in the fire place. She was displeased with him, and once again a little spiteful for the whole overarching misfortune of the transfiguration disaster. It gave her a small amount of pleasure to kick him out until the last of his fleas were treated. It had rained all that week and he'd had to sleep under a makeshift shelter in the yard.
She nibbled a biscuit and turned her eyes on the crowd around them, but froze when she noticed someone watching her. Before she knew what was happening they were approaching, and she was trying desperately to figure out if she knew them or not.
**It would be totally fantastic if a male who has drank some of the punch approaches her, with her husband right there, unbeknownst.**
Perhaps a lot of the guests were taking a wide berth around Lou and her husband because to the outside eye, she had to admit, it did look like she was feeding cake to and having a one-sided conversation with a goat.
Lou watched her husband lick up the remaining cake from the plate and rolled her eyes skyward, muttering with some vengeance. "I really should restrict you to grass and greens. Cake isn't for goats, remember?"
The few that knew her story -- some coworkers, and regulars to the shop, as well as a few families she tutored for -- had waved and said their hellos as well as the usual pleasantries. She had her husband on his leash so as not to be told off by any patrolling interlopers who thought it uncouth to bring a goat to a play in the park. She had paid the ticket price though, so she had every right to be there. She was delighted she only had to buy one ticket. Money would be a little tight this month, as her dearest husband had contracted fleas from a neighbourhood cat and she'd had to burn a lot of their possessions in the fire place. She was displeased with him, and once again a little spiteful for the whole overarching misfortune of the transfiguration disaster. It gave her a small amount of pleasure to kick him out until the last of his fleas were treated. It had rained all that week and he'd had to sleep under a makeshift shelter in the yard.
She nibbled a biscuit and turned her eyes on the crowd around them, but froze when she noticed someone watching her. Before she knew what was happening they were approaching, and she was trying desperately to figure out if she knew them or not.
**It would be totally fantastic if a male who has drank some of the punch approaches her, with her husband right there, unbeknownst.**
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You are amazing Soph! <3
