White Dog and Bella perked right up when Steve came in carrying his lunch on a plate. "Oooh, is that brie, dad?" Bella asked. Steve's answer of "yes, a triple cream I found in the frig. Don't even remember buying it" has White Dog moving closer to his chair.
In the bedroom Roman, Zso, Opal, and Bailey crowded up to my computer desk to see what was on MY plate. Their reaction was polite but not so enthusiastic. "Um, THAT looks like your funny salted savory french toast and GREENS," Bailey noted. "I thought there was going to be brie and crackers." Roman clucked. There were deep sighs and Zso checked to see if all could join the office crowd but the door was shut. "Will we at least get a bite of toast?" Opal wondered.
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