Stavanger Bay she brought the sugar and the mint

Do you want to keep going here or should we fade soon? Up to you.

When his shoulder was as sparkly clean as she could make it, her grooming turned to sharp nibbling. You can't just boss him around and chew on him and expect him to stick around, the sensible voice warned her. Doe studiously ignored it - she had a feeling that she could do just that.

But I shouldn't, she thought to herself, allowing herself one more teasing bite before she pulled away.

"That's all," she sighed, nosing the dish to indicate the topic of the conversation - because there was nothing left to do with the various concotions, but she would gladly go back to chewing on him, if he asked. "Can I help you with anything?"

She probably wouldn't help. She would probably do her best to derail his project and monopolize his attention. It vexed the doctor to let anything that was not her occupy Szymon's time, even if it was something that she wholeheartedly supported. Things like hunting, marking borders, and even mint julep. There was a voice - not quite sensible, but not poisonous, either - that was telling her that she was the most important thing and doesn't he know that? and please don't leave, not yet not yet -

Doe stared down at her paws, allowing the sensible voice to chide her. There are more important things right now, but you don't have to be afraid. It is good and right to do your separate duties, and there will be time later on for lounging in the sun.

She was right. Doe was always right.