Good. *Beaming, she walks in front of him, bouncing every other stride. She absently tries to rub some of the flour off her face, and maneuvers him so they approach from the back side of the tree. Just on the other side is the picnic she painstakingly laid out, complete with lopsided cake. The puppy is tied to the tree. She grins, certain that this will be perfect.

And it would be. If the cake was even remotely edible. Or if the puppy wasn't sitting in the very middle of the cake, wriggling in the icing while his tail wags happily.

Alanna swears.*

[OOC: Puppy! ]