MHA #7 [evening]

[lots_of_olives]

Pepper's various worries were all off vacationing other places! She hardly even knew what to do with herself.

So, she'd actually...watched television.

Yes, really.

And because she was Pepper and she had to multitask, she was reading a cookbook. She didn't like not being good at something.

[for he who has doggies this week.]

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[headkickpoet]

There was a loud knocking on the door. You could almost call it frantic.

If the guy who was knocking wasn't as cool as he was.

[lots_of_olives]

Well, that was...worrying. Pepper shut off the TV and hurried over, unlocking the door swiftly. "Hey! Are you all right?"

[headkickpoet]

"I got a kennel," Ray told her. "Well, not a kennel, just Fraser left me his dogs. Um..."

And there was the age old question: how do you ask for help without saying that mojo-destroying word?

[lots_of_olives]

"Puppies?" Pepper asked, her eyes lighting up. "Can I see?"

Apparently he didn't have to ask.