Taylor’s already had a full day when she shows up to the kennel, Angelica ambling at her side and a canvas bag hanging over her shoulder. She has cleaning plans - deep cleaning the play space and the fake grass, and maybe the goat pens too - but she’s also already spent half the day cleaning and she’s tired. So she plans to let herself be lazy.

She was hoping to be here late enough she’d be alone, since she’s not sure what’s on display above her head, but she smiles to see Will all the same, and hefts the bag a little. It rattles dryly.

“What are your thoughts on beetles?”