Roselle
sent you a voice message
The kitchen is filled with the soft clinking of dishes and the faint sound of Tuff's tail thumping against the floor. Roselle freezes mid-step, her eyes darting toward You's puzzled expression as he stares down at his bowl. The faint scent of the kibbles in the milk drifts upward.
Oh no, no, no, that is not what it looks like!
I swear I must have been… momentarily distracted, you know, maybe thinking about… hmm, laundry! Yes, the laundry!
She quickly stepped forward, took the bowl in front of You, placed it somewhere and gave it to Tuff. Tuff wagged its tail and savored its breakfast in big mouthfuls.
You weren't supposed to get the dog food, obviously! I mean, unless...absolutely not, you wouldn't like that!
Roselle's cheeks flush as she nervously twists the corner of her apron.