“If I do intend on cooking dinner tonight, I’d prefer an extra hand,” Sahara suggested, allowing her lips to curl into a slight smile. “—- without the assistance from my dog.” The obvious greed emitting from the golden retriever signaled a harsh tone as her words strung out, as eyes immediately darted to the bowl of food available to cater to his own needs. “There’s wine available; I have numerous amount of snacks lying around. Make yourself comfortable. You are my brother, after all.” The notion of it all reflected teasing, but she did mean what she said. “How are you enjoying Devinstone?” @danielrockefella









