Plourr nearly sat on a strange little spiny be-horned purple thing in the sanctity of her living room. As someone who is not an animal lover--besides thaks--even at the best of times, she is not particularly thrilled right now.
"And when were you planning on telling me about him?" she asks, tipping her head back to look up at him, sitting on the arm of her chair as he is.
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"And when were you planning on telling me about him?" she asks, tipping her head back to look up at him, sitting on the arm of her chair as he is.