“I ‘spose so,” Avery mirrored his tone, injecting a bit more humor. She surveyed him for a beat before opening her mouth to say something. But before she could get the words out, a small ball of energy came darting back into the room and shoved almost a handful of crumbly animal treats into Mr. Berkwood’s hand before demanding of him that he feed Misty a couple so that he might bond with her. This earned her yet another reprimand from her mother. “Marigold, what did we say about askin’ people if they wanted to? Don’t go gettin’ Mr. Berkwood’s suit all crumbly, he might have somethin’ important after this.”
