Robb snerked a bit of a laugh and shook his head. While no design expert, he could certainly agree with Abby's opinion on the zoo's completely pedestrian, vanilla pud of a site. More of a toehold on the web than anything else, really. Just basic information about their hours of operation, grounds, animals and programs and whatnot. Toss in a few cute videos and calls for volunteers and the stuffy, cheese-chewing bureaucrats pulling the strings over at city hall deemed it sufficient for public consumption.
Pity that always seemed to be the way of it.
Attention momentarily diverted while he broke the remainder of his pastry into neat halves, Robb was a touch slower than usual giving a response. Once what Abby had said jiggled its way past all the grand plans and ideas currently ping-ponging around inside his busy bee brain, though, his response was an automatic "Oh, aye, Abby. We'd love to have you."
Why hadn't he thought of that before? Probably because he so seldom had visitors, and certainly not the type that was well acquainted with being around massive wild animals; knew the right and wrong ways to approach a big cat. After Abby and Weir were properly introduced, Robb could heave a sigh of relief that any further babysitting would be completely unnecessary, head back into the house and pull together tea.
"Come round some Sunday." Suddenly remembering his and Jon's big plans for the following weekend, Robb amended the invite with a lopsided grin. "Any Sunday except the twenty-eighth is fine, really. I'll bung us a lunch together and we'll make an afternoon of it."