Godric stood there, just waiting for her to speak up. In truth, if one could listen in on his mind (god help whoever really wished for that. Even his writer doesn’t care to hear his thoughts most of the time), he/she would probably hear the jeporady theme so. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. You get the point.

FINALLY, she spoke, blinking in surprise and asking how he didn’t know who The Keeper was. Apparently this was someone he ought to know. So much for being on top of things. “So she’s responsible for this?” Tossing his head to the side, he motioned towards Meat who looked rather triumphant that Godric had no clue who this mare was. Well, he didn’t really find this very funny.

The conversation moved onto Meat, more specifically his sister. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about her any more than he wanted to talk about the other Meat. “Yes. My sister was kind of a zombie horse. She smelled. And she was mean.” That pretty much summed up his sister. It was enough of an explanation. However, her comment about his parents clearly not having the deer Meat (oh wow, what a pun!), caused him to chuckled lightly. And then she was making a pun about meeting him and Meat (oh boy, we’re full of puns today) and he simply smiled. “I assure you, the pleasure is all mine!” He bowed, lowering himself to one knee, extending the other leg (like what those Andalusions do in the shows!). Sure it was a little overkill, but it wouldn’t be Godric any other way.

Leaning that his axian was not going away, Godric frowned. He was going to have a minion for the rest of his life? “And why can’t I get rid of her. I’m quite happy on my own.” Well, except that he wanted a wife and kid. That wouldn’t go over well on the first date let alone the first meeting. If Meat was going to stick to him like glue, he supposed he would just have to get over himself. It just might take him a little while.

Looking around, he noticed only trees and snow. What a dull place. Where were the flowers and leaves and prettiness? Oh yes. It’s fricken winter. Joy. And then, Godric’s ears snap to attention as he hears something in the distance. It sounded like…like jingle bells. Like a kid in the candy store, his eyes grew wide and his mouth was slightly gaping open. “Did you hear that?” Oh course she heard it. It wasn’t like it was quiet or anything.