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Rose Zeller (_rose_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Closing her eyes for a moment, Rose thought back visualising the books she had seen, though never read. Normally she could recall and recite random facts without hesitation, but the alcohol had put a blessedly tranquil blanket on her normally over-active mind. “The Adventures of,” she murmured, then opened her eyes with a triumphant grin, “Sherlock Holmes by A. Conan Doyle. Close! So close!”

Rose snorted, amused by the idea of Dennis growling at them, though, he probably would. “If he growls, it will either be both of us or me after you’ve left,” she assured her, then giggled, because she just couldn’t help it. “He needs a hug when he growls. Mostly.” Other times he just needed to be left alone. But Susan was spot on on the fact that he was tall, and so was Rolf, and that had Rose’s smile turn fond. “Rolf’s my spoon,” she said with a small smirk. “Don’t want to climb my spoon.” She paused when she realised what she had said. “Hey!” she burst out with a laugh and looked at Susan. “How did this end up being about me?”