Lion Head Mesa tea at the treedome

toula sure lives a life of luxury, but perhaps this is what divineness had always dictated for its kin. tuna would listen carefully and come to nod when needed to show she remained listening and attentive. 

it came to an even bigger surprise when toula asked for tuna's consent and comfort, all to which the girl provides a confident nod of the head. if she was fine with wrestling with snakes and scorpions and walking through burning sand, then how hard could a bath be? unknown to tuna, this would be one of the many times the girl would find herself alone in the presence of toula, trusted with her care and guidance. "ah'll dew mah best, yer ray-dee-ance." 

but before she dared to step into the waters, tuna extends a paw forward with a slight bow, motioning to the pool and saying "after yew, miz toula." and from there, she would come to enter the waters to begin the treatment. tuna's teeth would come to gently comb out any tangles that remained in the young queen's coat, and she would constantly come to ask if her work remained up to par with the others.