It was like getting water from a stone. "Mmm hm," was her impatient answer to his question even as he spoke the next part, "Absolutely nothing. The pups are a little bit bigger and the grass is growing a little bit taller and the poppy heads are drying out." The Cercatori caravan was about to arrive at her home of course, but Caspa had no idea about that. She just hoped she'd given him enough of an answer - deliberately somewhat of an overkill - that he would be absolutely compelled to return the favour. "What about your pack - what's new about it, apart from everything? What is it like?" Her question was fired fast, directly; she wanted to quash all his fripperies and game playing. If she was going to put up with the acquaintanceship of this fellow mutt for much longer, he would have to stop trying her patience.
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