"Aye," Robb said, turning his plate this way and that until the positioning better suited him. Pleased to be away from his studio obligations for an hour, and even more pleased with the current company, Robb beamed and broke off a bit of pastry. Despite not being his physical 'type' - fair-haired girls didn't really set his world a-fire - he nevertheless felt a deep connection with Abby. More of the spiritual, 'at one with nature' type. She was wickedly smart, to boot, and that intrigued him; drew him like a magnet. A nice, refreshing change from all the vapid, hair-twirling bints over at Red Gum, to be sure.
Popping the bite into his mouth, he chewed in contemplative silence for a moment, then picked up his mug again.
"Now, I know we touched on putting her in the old bear enclosure during my talks...." Robb paused to take another sip of coffee. The taste was really beginning to grow on him, he was very pleased to discover. "But what do you think about having her more out in the open somewhere? I'd like to run her through a few of her paces. A few simple agility exercises, too."
While having Weir stationary and inside a caged area was only logical and safe for the audience he was fairly itching to do a bit of their old act again. Full on a year now since they'd last performed, both man and big cat had thrived on the attention back then, and he hoped he could somehow wrangle a deal that was agreeable to all parties.
"Or would the board of directors and insurance company have a ruddy fit?"