"Nevermind." Methos shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets, the leash looped around one wrist as he continued to amble down the street, looking for some place that had what he was looking for. Possibly the place with the goat that his pet was circling...
"I think she's decided where we're going to eat," Methos said with a wry smile on his face as a gleeful shriek came from the beast again as she managed to wind her leash firmly around the goat's legs, trapping it.