“Cookies and cream. My favorite snack when I was your age.”
Seneca grinned, setting out the treat for her favorite kit.
Callista
reached for the drink right away, tilting the mug to carefully and
awkwardly lap at the cream. Seneca restrained a chuckle as she poured
herself a serving. “Try to sip it.” She demonstrated.
Callista
tried, but some cream spilled down her face and onto her shirt. She
ducked back and looked apologetically guilty at Seneca, her muzzle
and whiskers wet with cream.
Seneca chuckled warmly. “With
our muzzle and teeth, it takes some practice, Lil' One.”
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