Pippin & Jeremiah; March Residence.
The dog was adorable! A grin spread across Pippin's face as she watched the antics. The puppy and having taken care of Ragnar's puppy all weekend was almost enough to make her want a pet. Almost. Fortunately, she knew herself well enough to know that any pet of hers would probably get neglected.
She left her kit on the patio before she went into the house. If she knew Jeremiah better she'd leave her shoes out there as well. No doubt there was half a forest's floor on them, but she didn't trust her socks were any better. She did her best to knock the crud off them.
Making absolutely no apologies for being curious Pippin looked around as she was led through, her lips making a small Oh. "Wow. So does everyone on the lake have a whole New York City block for a house? This is amazing!" Very rustic. She approved.
She took up a lean against a counter as he handed her the ale. She looked over the label. "Thanks! Never heard of it, but I'm always willing to try new things." Words to actions she took a drink then those green eyes of hers lit up. "Yum!"
Ok so right to it! And look at her blush. Stupid Irish complexion. "Um. Truth? I didn't have any expectations. Not even for personality because that night was all a play. Y'know?"