 A Poop * k8 *
"Oh, I am very aware," he said with an amused glint in his eye. Any chance Ignatius had to swing by Paul and Milton's vineyard, he knew the man would take. Not that he blamed his friend; his home was his favorite place in the world the last few years. "In a few weeks, when I need company again, I'll have you by." He had since adopted three more dogs. They were up to...what was it, nine?
Nine dogs. Merlin's beard.
Aaaahh foooooey! "Sabbatical! Traveling! Isn't it the same sometimes?" he teased Noble. But before they even broached the topic of next steps, Paul gestured in the direction of the pub. "Lead the way, because I would like to pick your brain as well, and I fancy to chat more privately in there than out here. Dodgy characters if you're not too careful right?" He smiled genuinely and started in the direction of Moribund's.
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