Gloves first those words snapped the little snake out of her poison filled reverie…right gloves. That was a smart idea, a lets stay living idea ”mmm, thanks Daniel…I would probably die without you” she wasn’t A L L that dramatic…even if she was a little over the top for this time of the morning.

Giving him a small one-armed hug she returned to the task at hand. Gloves. With the gloves now fully pulled on the young blonde simply turned to look at her friend. ”do you think we’re going to be collecting venom today? Taking clippings? What? Any ideas?” yes, she was excited alright.

”D’ya think we could use the venom in potions...? maybe something extra strong – not vile just strong?” she was practically brimming with ideas and grinning at him. ”you know what Daniel…I really do think you keep my head on my shoulders, like one of my aunties…” oh boy, it was coming. She was now…somehow thinking of him like a little mother-hen auntie of hers.

”I think I need to come up with a better nickname for you Dusty,”