Ama smiled with amusement. Fancy wasn't quite the word she'd use to describe her living situation, especially compared to how it had been before the divorce, but she could see why Billie found it quite thrilling. Truth be told, Ama found it thrilling too. That was why she lived this way, even while so few approved.

"They most certainly don't", she confirmed as she finished up her portion of the fence. "Needy animals recognise that they cannot give us anything in return for our kindness, so they are infinitely grateful. Though of course they can offer us friendship, one of life's greatest treasures", she added with a waggle of a finger.

Once they were done, Ama stood back, hands on her hips, to admire their handiwork. The fence had turned into what she recognised as a vivacious work of art, the wild and fanciful colours of Billie's lower half merging with the more controlled gradients of Ama's upper. "Quite perfect, don't you agree?" she asked her little helper happily.