It had been lovely, peaceful, and tranquil sitting there atop of a four footer, vegetable pie half way to his mouth, when he heard the tart from the bar pipe up. "They make better friends than most of the humans around." Terrence couldn't help but put his haughty voice into place. Seriously, she was the only person who brought it out of him.
The pie was placed between his lips and he bit down upon it savagely before pondering if he could get her to wait on him out here. Or maybe.. maybe he should be nice because she might have a bottle of the hundred year old scotch they had found at the bar.
Wiggling his eyebrows, he motioned to her with the flake crusted pie. "Have a seat, dolly, get comfortable. The pumpkins have no place to be." Why was he being friendly? Well, as friendly as Terrence could be with anyone who wasn't family.