[They are not cute, they are fearsome and nibbling and their noses are wet and they're slobbering over her coat. While not afraid--especially considering how she still towers over even the tallest deer in the herd--she's definitely flustered and a bit overwhelmed, especially when a persistent deer nibbles on the hem of her jacket again. She'll laugh at the memory later, but for now, well, she definitely pouts at Erwin when he finally comes to her rescue.
She shoves a handful of wheat crackers into his hand, breaking the remaining in half to distribute to the deer. With their attention divided between the two, they become a bit more manageable, a few even wandering off to harass tourists with more food. Is that a small child with a hot sweet potato? It certainly is. Deer sure love easy prey.]
You're the worst.
[She signs when she has a moment, still pouting a little, but it's beginning to turn into a smile.]
You're buying lunch today. I want steak, the expensive kind.
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She shoves a handful of wheat crackers into his hand, breaking the remaining in half to distribute to the deer. With their attention divided between the two, they become a bit more manageable, a few even wandering off to harass tourists with more food. Is that a small child with a hot sweet potato? It certainly is. Deer sure love easy prey.]
You're the worst.
[She signs when she has a moment, still pouting a little, but it's beginning to turn into a smile.]
You're buying lunch today. I want steak, the expensive kind.