[THE DOG GROWLS BACK. Who is that carefree? She is. This isn't her territory or his, it's just a park or something, geez. She needs to eat sometime!!]
What- maps? I keep telling you, I was eating- where are you going?!
[Darting after him as fast as she can in her skirts and heels, which isn't very fast at all, almost tripping along after him. Afraid he's trying to steal her horse, but by the time she reaches the wary-looking mare (who is side-eyeing impressively, for a horse), he's already heading for her picnic table]
I am not hiding anything- and certainly not there! How dare you even speak of my u-underthings, you horrible- wait!
[Setting her Dachshund down so she can launch herself at him and protectively remove most of her snacks out of his reach, goddammit, he is disgusting. Putting things back into the basket they came from, but whatever he's got his hands on she gives up on. Also a small herd of lapdogs is attempting to climb on him, so there's that]
Re: Camping time
What- maps? I keep telling you, I was eating- where are you going?!
[Darting after him as fast as she can in her skirts and heels, which isn't very fast at all, almost tripping along after him. Afraid he's trying to steal her horse, but by the time she reaches the wary-looking mare (who is side-eyeing impressively, for a horse), he's already heading for her picnic table]
I am not hiding anything- and certainly not there! How dare you even speak of my u-underthings, you horrible- wait!
[Setting her Dachshund down so she can launch herself at him and protectively remove most of her snacks out of his reach, goddammit, he is disgusting. Putting things back into the basket they came from, but whatever he's got his hands on she gives up on. Also a small herd of lapdogs is attempting to climb on him, so there's that]
I do not recall inviting you to lunch!