Her amazement at the scene, and her subsequent teasing words, were replaced with a frown at the response she gained from her mate. It only grew with the gentle bump from his muzzle, as he just went about pulling a chair for her from the worn table instead of truly thinking about what he'd said. "I know what a gift is, Jazper; I wasn't over thinking anything." Despite her displeasure at his words, she sat in the chair provided. Turquoise eyes looked over the place setting, falling again on the gesture of affection left by her plate. It evoked a heavy sigh.
"This is very nice, Jazper, but we really should talk about Sophia." The fact that their daughter, disappearing act that she was, was still disappearing...well, it was concerning to the overprotective mother. She rubbed at one eye uncomfortably, watching her mate from her seat with stress lacing the blue irises of her gaze. Maybe she was the only one worried, and maybe her paranoia was (as others had said it was) uncalled for...but somehow, she felt it was right.
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