[ He gives her a small nod, curling his cup of coffee toward himself as he watches her gather her things and leave.
Lance feels a bit like an over-excited puppy. A very... docile over-excited puppy.
By the time she finally frees herself up enough for a date Lance is filled with a peculiar jangle of nerves. The park, she suggested, with coffee of course -- and Lance likes the park but suddenly he finds himself wondering what people do in the park. The weather is dry, at least, which is something just short of a miracle. Dog walkers skitter across the grass every so often with enthusiastic animal friends and Lance smiles absently to himself as he watches them. ]
Have you ever thought about having a pet? For company, I mean. It must be difficult when you work long hours, I understand, but cats are supposed to be reasonably independent and resilient. Even if they seem to have an objection to me.
[ She's not sure how this will eventually play out. She's terrible with small talk. He hardly seems like the time to know intimate details of technology. What could they possibly have in common? How on earth do you even breech the subject?
This is why she chose the park and was thankful for the sunny day. Plenty of people around gave them plenty of small talk topics. Q would need all the help she could get. It seems, too, Lancelot is willing to provide that help. ]
My sister had a cat when we were younger. I've always felt I wouldn't mind a dog. No idea of the breed or anything. [ She looks up to him, not realizing she's allowed herself to relax and the corners of her lips to turn up. ] That sounds like it has a story to go along with it.
[ Lancelot lets out an amused huff of laughter, shakes his head. ]
Only the one I told you before. The -- decorating job, with the huge cat. It used to sit atop some of the higher pieces of furniture in the house and just watch me as I worked. Well, until it took to attempting to protect the household from me. Then they had to shut it in the spare room.
[ Oh yes, she'd forgotten about that one. Looking a little embarrassed, she hides it with another sip of her coffee. What an excellent time for a subject change. ]
Do you have any? Animals, that is. Shot in the dark, but you seem like the dog type.
A good guess. You're right, I like dogs, but... I don't know, I've never felt I had enough time or enough room. I'd like the company, but feel bad leaving an animal shut in alone. Maybe one day, though. Something calm and affectionate, like a samoyed. Have you ever seen them?
[ He turns and tilts his head at her questioningly, offers a small smile. ]
Siberian herd dogs, white with very thick fur. They're very friendly and affectionate, good with children. Terrible guard dogs, though, wouldn't hurt a fly.
[ Q shakes hear head at the question. It's possible she has seen them, but had no idea what they were. Dog breeds are a little far from computers in terms of knowledge.
Hm. Curious how that smile of his is exceptionally charming. It has to be the hair. The hair is impossibly tempting. ]
Like dog, like owner? Friendly and affectionate, at least.
[ A cat? Well, it would certainly make more sense. ]
Less energetic until a laser pointer is involved... [ She nods and offers him a friendly little smile for hitting the nail on the head. ] Standard tabby?
[ Q... Isn't entirely sure how to respond to that. It should sound like a nonsense line. Yet the way he words it, says it. It doesn't sound absolutely ridiculous. Besides, other than perhaps beautiful, it's entirely accurate.
She turns to him with wide eyes as it processes before finally laughing. Yes, laughing. Quietly, but still a laugh. ]
More importantly, do Russian Blues get along well with Samoyeds?
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[ He gives her a small nod, curling his cup of coffee toward himself as he watches her gather her things and leave.
Lance feels a bit like an over-excited puppy. A very... docile over-excited puppy.
By the time she finally frees herself up enough for a date Lance is filled with a peculiar jangle of nerves. The park, she suggested, with coffee of course -- and Lance likes the park but suddenly he finds himself wondering what people do in the park. The weather is dry, at least, which is something just short of a miracle. Dog walkers skitter across the grass every so often with enthusiastic animal friends and Lance smiles absently to himself as he watches them. ]
Have you ever thought about having a pet? For company, I mean. It must be difficult when you work long hours, I understand, but cats are supposed to be reasonably independent and resilient. Even if they seem to have an objection to me.
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This is why she chose the park and was thankful for the sunny day. Plenty of people around gave them plenty of small talk topics. Q would need all the help she could get. It seems, too, Lancelot is willing to provide that help. ]
My sister had a cat when we were younger. I've always felt I wouldn't mind a dog. No idea of the breed or anything. [ She looks up to him, not realizing she's allowed herself to relax and the corners of her lips to turn up. ] That sounds like it has a story to go along with it.
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Only the one I told you before. The -- decorating job, with the huge cat. It used to sit atop some of the higher pieces of furniture in the house and just watch me as I worked. Well, until it took to attempting to protect the household from me. Then they had to shut it in the spare room.
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Do you have any? Animals, that is. Shot in the dark, but you seem like the dog type.
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[ He turns and tilts his head at her questioningly, offers a small smile. ]
Siberian herd dogs, white with very thick fur. They're very friendly and affectionate, good with children. Terrible guard dogs, though, wouldn't hurt a fly.
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Hm. Curious how that smile of his is exceptionally charming. It has to be the hair. The hair is impossibly tempting. ]
Like dog, like owner? Friendly and affectionate, at least.
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That is... sweet of you to say. I suppose they do say that pets and owners are often alike.
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What sort would I be?
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Does it have to be a dog? I can picture you better as a cat.
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Less energetic until a laser pointer is involved... [ She nods and offers him a friendly little smile for hitting the nail on the head. ] Standard tabby?
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[ He thinks about this a second, tilts his head. ]
Maybe a Russian Blue. Very beautiful and intelligent, but a little uncertain around strangers. Playful once you befriend them.
[ Lance people don't actually really use lines like this. ]
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She turns to him with wide eyes as it processes before finally laughing. Yes, laughing. Quietly, but still a laugh. ]
More importantly, do Russian Blues get along well with Samoyeds?
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[ He shrugs a little, lips curling in a playful smile. ]
I am hoping they do, though, especially one in particular.