Then Pehj comes in search of food or affection, and that would lighten almost any sour mood. "Hello, Pehj," he greets, keeping a hand at the level of the goat's horns while offering the other to be sniffed. Lorne is familiar with goats, though not nearly of Pehj's size. Unfortunately he has no treats to give.
"Stay out of trouble," he tells Wilde dryly. "And keep others that way, too, if you can manage it safely. The last thing we need is a scuffle turning into an all-out brawl." A beat, and he adds, "You've certainly grown more levelheaded."
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Then Pehj comes in search of food or affection, and that would lighten almost any sour mood. "Hello, Pehj," he greets, keeping a hand at the level of the goat's horns while offering the other to be sniffed. Lorne is familiar with goats, though not nearly of Pehj's size. Unfortunately he has no treats to give.
"Stay out of trouble," he tells Wilde dryly. "And keep others that way, too, if you can manage it safely. The last thing we need is a scuffle turning into an all-out brawl." A beat, and he adds, "You've certainly grown more levelheaded."