"I know... I've promised myself I'll figure out a way to get Angelo back to her," she said, reaching down to scratch the dog behind the ear, getting a playful bark. He missed her, but he was also a dog and attention was attention. "It's... helping. It give me something to focus on."

Ahem. Yes. No flowers growing out of their chests today. "Probably the Pheasant, heh. I've definitely got the canine help and Brush boy here's pretty close to the monkey aren't they?" she added with a dry laugh.

(OOC: Busy weekend. Anyway, I'm up for continuing these threads if you want. If not, no worries, and it was fun to play together!)