[ Wash nods, pulling his phone from his pocket because of course he has a million pictures of Olympia already, offering it to Lance. She's tiny still, a little white ball of birman fluff with grey face and paws and bright blue eyes.
A goat, huh? Wash is about to ask what goats are like, when something else in that statement gets his attention. ]
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A goat, huh? Wash is about to ask what goats are like, when something else in that statement gets his attention. ]
A crime scene? I thought you were a psychologist.