The Floodlands Jackpot

he was confused suddenly.

then convinced he had somehow suddenly ruined a very good thing thanks to somebody he had not even met. it showed in the soft wavering of his facial features, the way his head drooped again and his tail followed.

how could he blame her?

only she...counter offered. although he did dread the thought of not knowing if she had moved on or not until it was too late. it didn't seem very productive.

but he was without a spine, charmed by her knowledge.

i can do that. he nodded. magda she had said. it was an odd name, but she seemed anything but normal. not that that was a bad thing!

how often? or just whenever?

in an attempt to be charming — maybe? no, friendly, he was not a charmer — he rolled a bulb back towards her.