if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
For a moment, Abigail returned that blank stare she was given with an equally as vacant one of her own. Who didn't have time to cook? What was he doing all day? Even she had time to cook between a full load at college, her part-time job, homework, and her boyfriend. It was crazy some nights but she had managed it! Maybe he had a girlfriend that kept him super duper busy after work or something? But surely she would have to eat too? Her sudden announcement that she was going to teach him how to cook seemed to be readily accepted, his voice filled with determination even though he seemed equally as weary at this new endeavor he found himself suddenly involved in. In fact, the very idea that such cooking might include salmon seemed almost enough to get him on board...almost. Until he realized that cooking such a meal surely included going into a grocery store...with her. Abigail hardly blamed him for that wide-eyed look of fear on his features. She felt the same way about grocery shopping. It was such a big store with all the aisles and people and how did anyone ever find anything without getting lost?! At least with Oliver at her side, she'd feel a little braver. Still, even that consideration of the big scary store disappeared at Oliver's very agreement that they WERE FRIENDS. Yaaaaayyyy!!!

Speaking of friendships, Oliver seemed altogether quick to place the very origin of their own friendship, much less who she was. The very mention of that fateful day upon the shores of that river prompted a soft sound of indignation from her as she insisted that it wasn't her fault that the fishies didn't want to be their fishy friends. His flat response caused a pout on her lips. "Can't they be both?" She half muttered, half whined, clearly not accepting this announcement that she could not befriend her fish before she ate it. I mean, it seemed a nicer way to die....right? Maybe? Fortunately for her, Oliver seemed willing to give her another chance at that whole fishing thing. She perked up ever so slightly at that mention of fishing again, only for that pout to return all over again at his declaration that the fishing was best left to him...unless...? "Unless what?!" She declared, quickly catching onto that singular word. After all, it wasn't fair for HIM to have all the fun! She was, after all, always willing to try this whole fishing thing....again. She just....got a little excited sometimes when the fishies got closer to or when she could feel them wiggling around her paws or under her already small frame.

He was, admittedly, rather saved from this prospect of a future fishing trip by her own wistful gaze towards the windows that filled his office with tinted light. It was so pretty out there, it seemed a shame to eat lunch beneath the fluorescent lights in his stuffy office. Was it just her or was it even harder to breathe in here? His sudden admittance that he knew a perfect place to eat saw her perk up ever so slightly, the girl quite ecstatic with such an idea, enough so to allow herself to be led from his office and back towards the receptionists, the women clearly in amazement by their CEO's leaving with her of all people. Abigail was entirely aware of their judgmental stares as the two ducked into the elevator, that luck securely held within Oliver's hands, even though Abigail had caught her eying the contents with clear desire. It pleased her, really, that she'd both managed to pick a meal he desired and that she'd made it SO irresistible that he just HAD to join her!

The young woman hardly anticipated the sudden question she was given and yet, he seemed even MORE caught off guard by her assurance that he was smelly....just....in a good way! "I didn't mean it like THAT Olly, gawd." She assured him altogether quickly. "It's a good smell! I like sandalwood, don't you?" It was all musky and...manly, as far as Abigail was concerned. It was a very enticing smell. She was ignorant, however, to what her ability to track him throughout that sprawling metropolis meant for him. After all, if she could find him from scent alone, surely another could. Course, she doubted that many found themselves burying their faces in his fur quite like she had done either. She kinda felt like a bloodhound, honestly. Maybe just a wee bit. Abigail couldn't help that beam upon her face as Oliver complimented her on her nose, at least she was rather certain it was a compliment. Her finger rose to tape the very tip of her nose. "It's only cause I like your scent!" She assured him with a firm nod.

She was, admittedly rather overjoyed to see those elevator doors slide open, only to reveal the large wall of glass windows and the outside world beyond it. WOO HOO! FREEEDOMMMMM! She quite near bounded towards those doors, holding them open for Oliver only to fall in step with the man immediately after. His sudden announcement that she was special prompted a giggle on her lips. "I know!" She declared, clearly thinking he quite literally meant that her Red Panda-ness was quite rare! After all, it certainly was here. She quite near bounced as she walked next to Oliver, her bright hazel eyes attentive to every store they passed and eying every individual with a sense of wonderment. Thankfully, that walk to the park was hardly very long before the very sight of trees entered her view, causing a gasp on her lips. "Is this it?! It's so pretty! Can we sit over there?!" She declared, taking a few quicker bounces before him before she pivoted on her toes to face him, totally excited about this whole sitting under the trees near the little man-made lake thing. "Look!" She declared suddenly as she glanced over her shoulder, the sound of something quite clear grasped her attention. "DUCKS!" And just like that, everything was forgotten at the prospect of ducks.