“That said, I do need to get home quickly to organise some cushions and a four-course dinner.”
The little map-wielding dog nodded and offered a paw.
“Do you like my Taper Silk gown?” Sinson-Rascalian asked, taking it.
“Very much so, Oh Persuader.”
“I like the colours on this one particularly,” he did a small twirl while they returned to the vehicles. “It feels nice on my fur. There’s another I really like in one of the bags, but I think it’s underneath some dress mirrors, so we might wait until getting home before trying it on.”
“Of course, Oh Persuader.”
“There are some other ones with gorgeous patterns too.”
“I’m so pleased.”
“I think they’ll go quite well with the cushions I chose. They’ll make the place look deeper.”
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