Amy rolled her eyes at the smirk and continued munching on the Lucky Charms knock-off, but set her bowl aside as Yasha made his appearance. Yay, puppy. She waited until he'd eaten the treat Song had offered, then knelt, holding out a hand.
"Hey Yasha, c'mere. Good puppy, want a scratch?" What she wanted was an explanation as to why James was in the house, but she doubted she'd get one. Couldn't hurt to ask anyway, right?
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Date: 2010-03-09 10:12 pm (UTC)"Hey Yasha, c'mere. Good puppy, want a scratch?" What she wanted was an explanation as to why James was in the house, but she doubted she'd get one. Couldn't hurt to ask anyway, right?
Ha.
"So is there a reason you're in our kitchen?"