alonebutnotapart:

With a waggling tail, Fleetway nodded enthusiastically. She looked a little confused, but seemed to get the concept well enough. “I think you are very tall for a Rebecca, Rebecca." He commented idly, gesturing to his own height for reference. "What do you like to do?” was asked with a smile.

“Uh, thank you, I guess.”

“I like to garden and take care of my friends. Not much to do when you’re retired from battle. What do you like doing?”

She might as well ask while he was here. It seemed he’d be here a while.