 Jupiter's Satellite
Brenda wandered over to where they were selling pets! She had been waiting in the back of her mind for a time like this to crop up so she could finally get her own pet and not fight over Roger the owl with her sister. As she only had a vague idea about what pet she would want, she breezed right past the pens with the animals and walked right up to the adoption table.
"Hello. I like your desk," she stated to no one in particular, not clearly looking at any of the volunteers nor at the pets. She had glanced at the desk in passing, and seeing as it was made a little haphazardly, she found she quite enjoyed it.
Don't mind her detached air. She was still thinking a bit about how work was going on and was a bit distracted. As per the norm.
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