Imogen came out of the closet and flumped at Silver's feet with a sad little whine.
"Did Titch wear you out?" Silver asked, leaning over from her computer chair to pat Immi.
The Australian shepherd let out another soft whine.
"He IS a baby bunny, after all; endless energy — and you're an old woman of SIX." Silver said, straightening up before getting out of the chair. "AND I bet Aunty Rachel gave you tea AND a biscuit, which I would never, ever, ever, give a dog myself."
Imogen was suddenly very interested in studying the wall.
Silver would never tell Immi that the tea was dog safe and the biscuit just a British version of a dog treat.
"Did Titch at least let you herd him?" Silver asked, getting a treat out of the cupboard.
A tentative tail thump on the ground at the sight of the treat and then a grumbling mutter.
"I'll take that as a no." Silver said, grinning, carrying over Imogen's bowl of water.
The dog ignored that and gently took the offered treat, crunching on it between her splayed front paws.
Silver gave her another pat. "And you have raids to lead tonight, too!"
A long whine caused her pet human to just laugh.
