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"A goat? Really? Well...

"If you don't really want it, I-- well, I sorta know a bloke who would gladly take it off your hands...?" Maria smiled gently at the new (SURPRISE!) goat owner.

You best get back... He kirks out on everyone.

[The goat attacks just about anyone who comes near Marcus]

""Kirks out"? I'm sorry-- but... I don't think I know that bit of slang terminology...?" She edged a touch closer to the goat, as she put her hand out for him to sniff. (Did goats have a sense of smell? Did it matter, really?)

You're quite fortunate! A goat is no small thing!

Yeah... just make sure you stay back. Don't want to see you getting hurt.

I will stay back. I came to bring you eggs and bread. They're fresh.

Thank you.

[He hasn't gone shopping in days, so that's a welcome gift]

Did you make the bread?

[It would go quite well with goat milk or cheese?]

No. But I know a woman who makes good bread in my apartment building. I buy it from her.

[He will have plenty of it now, thanks to his new goat!]

You want a slice now?

[See? It's a GOOD thing! :D]

Do you have butter?

[Yep! Everyone should have a goat friend]

Yeah, just give me a minute.

[He and the goat will go to get everything that they need]

Have you given it a name?

[She is patient, sitting politely]

Nah, haven't come up with one yet. You got any ideas?

[He returns, and sets everything up]

[She thinks] Rian. Or perhaps Tomas?

I like Rian. Thanks, Fiona.

Rian. It is a good name for a Goat.

Does that name have a special meaning or anything?

No. It is not so special, but I think it suits a goat.

I never expected you to be in possession of one, either.

What the hell are you doing here?

Edited 2015-12-02 18:06 (UTC)

Hmm... okay. Can't say that was unexpected. [He doesn't like being recognised, hence the perception filter built into the laser screwdriver. Which he has to keep turning off when he wants to talk to any given human, or their attention wanders.]

Is this an ex-Prime minister thing? or some kind of other thing?

Edited 2015-12-02 18:12 (UTC)

Nah, it's because you sprung your girl out of jail.

She's not my girl. Don't be so common.

Raissa and I have an understanding. Or did. Until she took off in a car that has a capacity for dimensional transcendence. That's not something I find reassuring in the hands of one of you little mayflies.

You don't gotta front, but you know she crazy, right?

Summoning demon gods from other worlds, and chopping people up. Evil dictator type of things.

I 'don't gotta' do a lot of things. [His eyes narrow and gleam. They're not the eyes of a sane being.] That was one of her more appealing charms, yes.

Oh please. She's just a novice when it comes to the fine art of world domination. Now, what do you know about a .. well, I couldn't quite say what he is, but he calls himself Alec.