i'm sure there ain't heaven but i still like to picture her there

Oh, it wasn’t even a fishing shed? Maybe her nose could have told her that, but she had been distracted by her therapeutic yelling match with Dread. No wonder Lioness had wandered off, clearly there was no fish to be had here. A grin tugged at her lips as her paw found the thingy-whatsit and she subtly pulled it closer to her chest. Dread hadn’t said anything, so maybe he hadn’t noticed her drop it.

She wedged it up with a paw and grabbed the edge with her mouth. This time, she was more careful about figuring out how Dread had gotten it to hang on the wall - there were hooks. She fiddled around with the thing-whatsit until she was able to see where the hook would go through. She eased it onto the hook. Dread asked how she was doing, and she gave the question more consideration then might seem reasonable. “I made a friend, actually” A kissing companion, but Dread didn’t need to know that. “Outside of the Armada'' She wished she could see his expression. She held still, so she could hear any reaction he made to that.


"Speech"