Ruth didn’t trust herself to rock much. Despite her agility, in new environment she tended to have the stability of a stupid parrot and didn’t want to lose face just yet. She shrugged “My brother has many talents and is good at surprising people. It’s one of his best quality, really.” She said, trying to not sound sarcastic. She didn’t mean to diss Uriel, really, she was honestly being complimentary, she just had a natural tendency to sound sarcastic and flippant, especially when it came to her family in general. She wondered why. She also forcibly lowered her tone of voice.

Kitty took her too seriously, maybe, so Ruth tried to make herself look more serious. It was a hard task, considering her hat. Ruth turned to the dog, trying to imagine Kitty and her call. Ruth was tempted to inquire more, but they didn’t know each other well enough for her to ask about he calling. It was very foreign to her as a concept and as with most unknown things, it made her terribly curious. She nodded “You will get the chance to travel if you decide so, eventually. And plus, your husband has put together idyllic corner of the world for you, so there is no need to rush to better things.”

Ruth blinked a few times, forgetting her lemonade for a moment. She shook her head. How could she possibly have? She raise her eyebrows “Do you have one here?” She looked around. Her idea of buffalos included the need for wide open spaces. Did Whitby have that?