When Robyn returned with Charley, balancing an enormous rattling tray of glassware that was full of treats, they found the three men to be unusually quiet.
"Who died?" joked Robyn. This was a popular line in the Aussie vernacular.
Francis plucked a pickled onion from the tray and tossed it over to Chips.
Snap! His moistened jaw clamped shut over the missile - he squinted with the taste.
Puck took a breadstick and dangled it under the old dog’s nose.
Snap! Lascivious crunching was to follow.
Calvin winced. He hated to see good food going to waste with the dog being fed like that. He was forgetting entirely how he came to meet Chips in the first place.
He secretly wished that the men would leave and he could have a leisurely morning with girls instead.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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