Grinning, Song proceeded to smother the toast in honey and cinnamon. Before she could actually taste it, a low, inhuman growl issued from the doorway and she tore off a piece of the crust to offer as a distraction for the nervous dog who had followed her.
"Be good, Yasha. No biting your namesake unless I tell you to."
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:02 pm (UTC)"Be good, Yasha. No biting your namesake unless I tell you to."