Emma was very late up, yawning as she came in from the gardens through the conservatory doors, surprised when Lily stopped dead, sniffing at the air before pulling her in one particular direction. "Lily, what are you doing? Bed is the other way daftie!"
Lily stopped short by some plants and yapped once, "What? Lily don't be daft, we're going home to bed, not investigating plants." Emma peered through, "Oh, hello Manny, what are you doing in here tonight? Just distracting my dog from bedtime? Or something more fun?"