#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Oh, nice. I think?" She says "I'm no gardener."

"Dolph is."

"Oh doh, yes, it'll make him feel better

Citrine perches on Thistle's head and gives a smug bell tone.

Bluebell giggles. "I believe she's saying, she knew it all along."

"She's good at faking it, at least. It's that spare braincell."

CHIME!

"She's bright in one way or another."

"Oh, plenty of lumens. Not so much in the other department."

Citrine buzzes along happily, oblivious. Or perhaps, just glad to be the center of attention, one way or another.

"Thank you, Citrine, I'll see Dolph gets this."

"One thing is for certain, as the cabbages say." Bluebell remarks. "-I- did not steal any round green thing from anyone's patch." She points an ear towards Citrine, and looks smug. "Under oath, your honor, I could say."

BROW.

"Mmm, how does Julius put it?" She snaps her fingers. "Delegation!"

"Criminal mastermind is another term."

She turns her hands over in the air. "Clean paws."

Thistle shakes her head, mouth pulled in a lopsided smile.

"Alright, I had work to do. Keep up or don't, slugfeet."

"Bear drop offs and seed offerings... and Moriarty rabbit here. " She says and heads home with them

To home!

CHIME!
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