Gus grinned, glad he had stopped making a fuss and started teasing her so she didn’t have to knock him about the head to encourage it. She leant forwards to try and reach her spoonful of stew without lowering her elbow, which looked about as ungainly as it would have had her brother invited a mountain troll to tea, but she was too hungry to wait to eat until the bleeding had stopped.
“Better than a ball of string, aren’t ya?” she joked, as George explained his magic touch, quite at home with his sheepishness, though she liked it better when he answered back in his sweet teasing way. But her brother had gotten the best of them, ought to be made of nothing but sunshine and daisies, and she suspected these ghost-cats could sense this more than the goblins had. (Or perhaps that had been George’s problem with the goblins. They could probably smell his kindness.) “I like the ghost strays,” she admitted brightly; she didn’t mind a live stray either, but they didn’t have the time nor funds to care for too many living creatures, and she had always been a little too practical, though her next was teasing still - “Much less mess from them.”
“Better than a ball of string, aren’t ya?” she joked, as George explained his magic touch, quite at home with his sheepishness, though she liked it better when he answered back in his sweet teasing way. But her brother had gotten the best of them, ought to be made of nothing but sunshine and daisies, and she suspected these ghost-cats could sense this more than the goblins had. (Or perhaps that had been George’s problem with the goblins. They could probably smell his kindness.) “I like the ghost strays,” she admitted brightly; she didn’t mind a live stray either, but they didn’t have the time nor funds to care for too many living creatures, and she had always been a little too practical, though her next was teasing still - “Much less mess from them.”
gorgeous set by Lady!