Da Vinci is going to have a familiar sta – re at her. Snackie. It wanted a snackie. ( Please do not give cath palug a snack – it’s on a diet. Merlin will know if it was given a snack. )
It was a day off, and a quiet afternoon - one that Leonardo had specifically reserved for herself. The backlog of things she needed to do and wanted to do kept piling, and a day or a week of creativity was simply what she needed to whittle down on the the piles and piles of things she had started and left lying around. Everyone did keep nagging her about them.
Though the only sounds filling up the silence were scribbling and Leonardo humming to herself, she almost did not notice the silent footprints that entered her workshop. The soft sounds the guest let to catch her attention, however, were not left unnoticed.
"Hello, Fou." Making her way to her desk, Leonardo gave some scratches behind the ear, knowing just where he liked to receive the attention. "Did you come for snacks again? Is the bad man trying to keep you away from them again? Well that simply cannot do."
Opening a drawer, she lifted a fake bottom to the hidden snack drawer she kept just for Fou. Picking a few good ones, she set them down on the desk with a grin and closed the drawer again.
"Here you go. Eat up and don't tell Merlin."
