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Using the stone path that curved around her little garden, Ry made her way over to the small table by the gate, removing her gloves and opening the gate to welcome him by. “Carrots? I actually pulled some just last Thursday. They’re cleaned and all set.” She turned and lead the way across the path to the front door of her little cottage and into the kitchen. “Are they for you or for a four-legged friend?” The girl asked over her sholder as she pulled the glass pitcher from her old fashion ice box type fridge and set it on the wooden table between them.
He stepped onto the path, following behind her towards her cottage. Four-legged friend? Like Max? I don’t usually give him carrots. He begs for my dinner every once in a while but mostly we just stick to dog food.” Eric smiled, sitting down at a the table, hoping she didn’t mind. “I was making a stew tonight for dinner, and when I was putting everything together I realized I’d run out of those darn carrots. -- Is that the lemonade?” He asked, subtly changing the subject for the time being.











