Kate gathers it up, slipping all her spoils inside. She's been to check on the stables, and, as usual, they haven't fallen into disrepair in her absence. The rest of the staff does just fine without her here. However, several of the animals were eager to see her, and her them. It was a brief but needed check-up, and then she was off to get some things for Tommy.
A box of tissues; a small stack of books on Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, and Jackie Robinson; a few DVDs, all baseball films; a laptop to play them on, and some lunch. She hefts her basket of supplies, and makes her way upstairs.
"Hi, sweet...heart."
Tommy's up, but he's in a rather strange affair. Kate arches her eyebrows, wondering where he got them clothes.
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A large wicker basket appears on the Bar.
Kate gathers it up, slipping all her spoils inside. She's been to check on the stables, and, as usual, they haven't fallen into disrepair in her absence. The rest of the staff does just fine without her here. However, several of the animals were eager to see her, and her them. It was a brief but needed check-up, and then she was off to get some things for Tommy.
A box of tissues; a small stack of books on Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, and Jackie Robinson; a few DVDs, all baseball films; a laptop to play them on, and some lunch. She hefts her basket of supplies, and makes her way upstairs.
"Hi, sweet...heart."
Tommy's up, but he's in a rather strange affair. Kate arches her eyebrows, wondering where he got them clothes.
"H–how are y'feelin'?"