This was shaping up into a really nice conversation--if only she could find her stupid bag, then she could settle down and chat. Now that she was hunched down and crawled into the seat opposite Seras, she was quite sure this had been her booth. She could smell herself around it, but she couldn't just say that, so she called out, “Yeah!” from under the table. “Just gotta... oh!”
The table shifted abruptly toward Seras as Juniper shouldered her way further under the table, having spotted the strap of her bag. The tiger stretched for it, calling, “It's behind your foot!”
The table shifted abruptly toward Seras as Juniper shouldered her way further under the table, having spotted the strap of her bag. The tiger stretched for it, calling, “It's behind your foot!”