An Offering

Tate wouldn't admit that he was fascinated by how quickly his new friend worked. Nope, wouldn't say it aloud, despite the look on his face being rather clear. The wreath seemed to come together before his eyes, and it left his tail wagging at his haunches. Still, he had to be careful not to send the remaining flowers flying. Right. Careful. Focus. Silly lad, focus. He continued to be the anchor point, leaning on it with as much of his weight as he could muster. Good.

And then came to tying it together at the ends, closing the wreath. That much, Tate was able to assist with. There we go, a fine wreath indeed. Together, the boys set off toward the altar.
"Potato"