“Oh, she would!” Emilia laughed, amused by the idea of their mom and her not-quite-existing skills in texting making sure that Benji knew which day it was. Then again, their mom hovering around him like that, would more than likely drive him crazy in no time, and though the idea amused her, she would never do that to him. “We should, I’ll come out tomorrow around noon, unless you’d prefer a conference call?”
Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a small bag of cheese bites that the dairy farmer had trimmed off various cheese and sold to her for a dollar when she had asked for a couple of slices for Pepper. She picked out a piece, wrapping up the bag before she handed it back to Benji. Stroking her hands down along Pepper’s back she cooed at her a bit, before she asked her to sit down and just take it easy. The dog did as she was asked, and Emilia rewarded her with the small bit of cheese. “Such a good girl,” she smiled at her, and though her attention was back at Benji, she still kept nuzzling the soft fur. It didn’t escape her, how vague her brother had been about what Iris had told him, but she let it drop. At least it didn’t seem like her landlord had traumatized Benji too badly. “No, might as well get started on it, because at this point, it’s really only a formality, and I doubt they’d have time to start this week anyway,” she smiled up at him. “But!” she held up her hand. “Not until you’ve told me some news. Any news, really.”