Bod smiled at the Lady's slight incline of her head. She galloped off, as was her way. She didn't visit yards very often, and he knew it.
He glanced to his left at the poet who was still ogling. "She can see you now, you know." He wrapped his arm around her, taking the pizza back, guiding her toward the back left of the yard. "I can show you around after dinner, if you'd like."