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Fleur accompanied Bill in seeing to it that everyone had what they needed before she settled into a chair with some wine herself. She could not imagine having grown up on a farm - too much dirt, and bad smells, and noisy animals for her tastes. Their decision to live here had been a huge relief to her for, even though she thought she'd have been happy living anywhere as long as Bill was with her, Fleur was positive a farm was at the bottom of her list.

At the mention of pets, she arched an eyebrow and sipped at her drink before chiming in. "A dog, hm?" She seemed to consider the idea. Growing up, Fleur had not had very many animals around - a few fish and a cat had been it. She liked dogs well enough, as long as they were the kind that didn't jump on one or bark too much.

"That might be nice, actually. Nothing too big, though. Or too small," she mused. "One that likes the water?"