Symon is in a foul mood as he stalks up the path to the lodge. Even a couple days after Valentine's, the pink decorations, the schmoopsie couples, even the discount candy in heart-shaped boxes seems to be haunting him. After deciding against a number of other possibilities, he chose the lodge, hoping that a little studying would settle things - but instead, he's attracted a burr.
"Where ya going? Coming to the lodge? Do you like Pork Chops? Oh, I guess they have bones. Can you eat bones? You could suck on 'em. Do you think Lilly would like pork chops if I leave 'em under the porch?" The Pooka trots along beside Symon, seemingly completely oblivious to the storm cloud lurking over the sluagh.
Finally Symon turns and suggests in a deceptively mild tone, "Why don't you go ask her yourself?"
"But she's not here." Connor responds with a pout.
"You know, she's really good at hiding. She could be here right now, and you just don't see her." "Really?!" The puppy exclaims, to Symon's wince. "I'll go look now!" "...make sure you check everywhere." Symon whispers after him, Connor already racing off. Allowing himself a small smirk, he continues on to the lodge, to creep into the rafters and study his Book for a while.
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