Post by prospice3 on Jun 30, 2011 21:07:34 GMT -5
He laughed. "Well you aren't exactly too secretive about it, I must say." The way she looked at Sasha... Yeah, a body could just tell that she was absolutely in love with the dog, in love with the breed. That's what made a great breeder, Randle assumed. Actually, probably it had something to do with money or popularity or... apparently the willingness to mess with mother nature's design... but he'd love to think that it was dedicated people who made it to the top. even if it wasn't. "No one, I wasn't suggestin' that I'd make you, I don't think I could bring myself to commit such blatant robbery," he teased, lightly. Besides, the whole trick to winning money at cards was not to win too much of it at one time... Not that he was as good as that as he seemed to believe.
He chuckled at her description of her interests. "Well, I guess the dogs take up a lot of your time. Stargazing, though, that's pretty neat. I can only recognize ol' Orion up there, you know. So I suppose I'm mostly just pretending," he rubbed the back of his head almost sheepishly, shifting so that he was sitting up. The grass had left tangled imprints on his left palm, which he rubbed at as if to make them disappear. There was dirt underneath his fingernails. "I like books too, you know... I guess it seems queer, me barely having gotten out of high school with a diploma and all, tramping around the country plantin' and harvestin' and crab fisin' and all sorts of wild stuff, but I've always liked to curl up with a good book." the comment was slightly offhand, slightly wistful, as if recalling better times.