Angora observed the buns around herself as she lounged, mindlessly running her hand over Hops' head. Shops were doing well, that much was true, and everyone deserved a small break. Even her favorite little servant deserved her rest. Said servant was currently draped over Angora's lap, using it as a pillow and looking every bit like a spoiled bun – if a bit pouty.
“You seem less than pleased. This isn't sufficient?” She quirked a fine eyebrow at Hops, who just grinned up at her, n...
