Cookies

Evey: Don't be mad, but my next book doesn't have any horses in it.

Carrma: -stares-

Evey: Sorry. They just didn't fit.

Carrma: We always fit.

Evey: Not in an M/M/F Paranormal BDSM you don't.

Carrma: A what? Nevermind. You're weird, human.

Evey: I might be able to put you in the book after that.

Carrma: You'd better. I won't talk to you if you don't.

Evey: Fine. Then we won't go out for rides and you won't get to follow me around the round pen when I hold the whip and no more trotting and cantering...

Carrma: -snort- So, human. This Christmas thing.

Evey: Huh? Oh. Yeah. Whatever. I'm working.

Carrma: I thought it was supposed to be one of those, um, holidays.
Evey: Not for those of us who work at hotels. Someone always has to be there.
Carrma: I heard some of the really nice humans give presents to their four-legged friends. -stares-
Evey: -stares back-
Carrma: May I suggest some horse cookies?

Evey: Dr. M is going to come take care of that eye problem. That's your present. I worked a lot of overtime to get it for you.

Carrma: Did I mention cookies?

Evey: Did I mention room and board and nice men who put your blanket on when it's cold?

Carrma: C is for cookie. And Carrma.

Evey: See, I knew you were smart. So smart you get to teach the humans I'm bringing in for a Narrative Medicine and Cherokee Bodywork retreat next week.
Carrma: I like teaching humans things. I like it better when they give me cookies.
Evey: I'm sure you'll get a few treats and plenty of attention. I'll be taking pictures and maybe getting ideas for another book.

Carrma: So back to this thing about presents. Maybe I should give you one.

Evey: I don't need any. Not when I have you.

Carrma: -happy ears- -lick chew lick chew- Aw. You love me. Now where's my cookie?