Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20181221045848/@comment-36855838-20181221073644

I draw my trusty dagger, no sense causing problems.

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I quickly cut through the tripwire I had laid out in case of a breakin, and open the door for the ladies.

"Heya, how's it going Margaret?"

The Holstaur smiled warmly, her deeply reddened skin becoming slightly lighter as her head cleared a bit.

"Just fine, Mr. Smith, just fine."

"Good, good. How's the bruise been healing, Susan?"

The WereSheep patted her forehead.

"Much better since you taught me that little cooling chant, what'd you say you normally use it for?"

"I like my drinks cold, and ice is just rather expensive, so I use it for that."

"How have you been, Steve? Have your boys been the same? We don't know them quite as well as you, as much as we like them."

"Josh and Aaron have been stellar, better than before, in fact. I think pairing them with your granddaughters was a stroke of genius!"

I grinned sheepishly at the tall, gray-furred minotaur, her silver hair hung as lusciously as usual, and I was glad to have met this experienced grandmother.

She patted me on the head, and pulled me into a large, squishy hug.

I heartily returned her embrace, but she soon released me.

"Alright, you kids have fun now. I'm gonna go spend a quiet evening-" *yawn* "-with my hunk of a man, Arnold."

She strolled off towards the living room, where a fire crackled loud enough to be heard all the way here, on the opposite end of the farm's manor.

With a massive groaning, squealing, creaking protest, the couch took her weight, and she surely had already coaxed old man Arnold to rest his head in her plush lap and doze off with her.

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May continue, no promises.