[Holding the Gear (not particularly steadily), he makes for the other side of the room to stoop down and scoop the Bunnelby into his free arm. She appears content to go limp in his grasp, eyes closing in a smile. And the candyfloss dog somehow stays perfectly balanced on him the entire time.]
This is Lunch. She is naughty, but animals... don't know what is naughty. So... It is my fault, not hers.
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[Holding the Gear (not particularly steadily), he makes for the other side of the room to stoop down and scoop the Bunnelby into his free arm. She appears content to go limp in his grasp, eyes closing in a smile. And the candyfloss dog somehow stays perfectly balanced on him the entire time.]
This is Lunch. She is naughty, but animals... don't know what is naughty. So... It is my fault, not hers.