Hmm, best not run the risk of that. How would I ever explain to my coworkers the scars from such a run in weren't from any mishap in the Yard, but a vicious button bite? No, I think I'll leave the socks to him.
[The giggle turned into a full-blown laugh. But as fun as it was to continue the banter, Stellaris hadn't forgotten her burning stove. She threw one last quip as she returned inside the kitchen.] Better not risk it and get your own socks, then.
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Seriously, it's pet food budget. :|]
I don't know. [She laughed softly.] I suppose as long as you don't snatch the sock from under its nose, it wouldn't.
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