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FBI. Chidie wasn't really in the best position legally, but she certainly hadn't killed anybody. Besides, she doubted that it would be the FBI that would chase her up for simple theft.

She shook her head. "Can't say I do." She was never too informed in such matters, and only learned things every now and again by overhearing people's conversations as she walked through the streets.

She scrunched her nost up a little bit, her glance shifting over to the other girl’s and shaking her head a little bit. “Where I’m from, music is something that come from the heart and soul,” she explained to the girl “it’s hard to explain, but it’s true.” she said “Kind of like sea shantees are beautiful, but nobody can really appreciate them because it comes from the soul.” she shrugged her shoulders, she was sure that she sounded daft to the woman, but she didn’t much care.

"Where're y' from?" she questioned, almost dazzled by what she had said. Chidie knew, once upon a time, that music had come from the heart and soul, but not anymore. As long as a musician could make enough money to earn a living, it was good enough. Granted, some songs were more meaningful than others, but most of them were the same to the listener anyway.

She watched as the woman leaned down to pet the dogs, watching how it seemed that her the entire air about her changed. She was smiling from ear to ear, and some of the dogs were even trying to lick her. Alana let out a small laugh, pleased to see that she was enjoying the dog’s company.

She truly enjoyed the company of dogs, even when they attempted to lick at her. Sure, it wasn't the thing she enjoyed most about them, but just knowing that they were around was better than nothing.

He hesitated, not sure at first if he should answer the question honestly. People tended to think the number of dogs he had was extensive.

"That's a lotta dogs," she observed. She wasn't too fussed by it - it was his decision to keep so many dogs.

Alana nodded and laughed “Yeah, it is—” she paused for a moment, regaining her footing and balance, “especially since this is my first time being a pet sitter, and I never had any of my own since I was just little.” she told the woman.

"Maybe y' should do it more often," she suggested. It was nothing more than a friendly suggestion, and she knew that it wouldn't be possible to look after another person's pets all the time. At least she would get used to them that way.

She thought for a moment, she wondered if there was an Elvish song about fish? She highly doubted it, perhaps the Hobbits in the shire were more apt to have a song about such a thing, but she shook that thought quite promptly and let out a small sigh. It wasn’t directed at anything or anybody, sometimes it just felt good to sigh.

"Fish're kinda plain," Chidie replied. She wondered as to why the other female had sighed, though she had decided to let it go. "There's nothin' interestin' to sing about 'em." She would be slightly impressed if somebody could create a good song about fish.

Jòdéna began to swing her legs ever so slightly, lifting her knees up so that her feet didn’t hit the ground. She felt at peace right now, which honestly did her worlds of wonders. She had felt an angry burst getting ready to show it’s ugly face, and she was doing her best to keep it intact, and this was helping substancially.

Chidie placed her elbows upon her legs and her head in her hands, watching the lake, as though expecting  the fish to begin taking to the skies, and as though that were an everyday occurrence.

"Strays are never easy, but they’re always worth it." Will pretended he was only talking about dogs.

"Y' got other dogs?" she asked, though it was more of a statement than anything. Perhaps the plural wasn't the right thing to use - he could have simply had the dog she was currently petting and a corgi back at his place of residence.

"Excellent!" She exclaimed, dropping the woman’s hand lightly and sat down on the bench she had been neglecting to sit on, due to her sheer excitement about watching the fish. It fascinated her that they were- in a sense, like puppies who lived in water, and were much more fearful of people. Although, she never blaimed animals for being fearful of people, they could be so cruel and disgusting.

Chidie looked out upon the water for a moment, having noted that her company had sat herself down upon the park bench. The lake's water was slightly murky, though it was clear enough to see the fish swimming near the lake's surface. It was still swimming in circles, just as it had been when Jòdéna had initially noticed it.

Will smiled, thinking about his home with eight dogs curled up.

She bent down next to the dog who was already seeming quite friendly - while it was usual for anybody to allow the dog to sniff their hand first, the dog was happily sniffing at her even without her extended hand. Chidie put her hand upon the dog's head, petting him happily.

"Chidie." she repeated, her lips curving up into a small smile. She then repeated the woman’s name a few times and looked directly at her, and extended her hand. "It’s real nice to meet you, care to watch the-" she paused for a moment, and tried to stiffle a laugh, "the fish, with me?" she asked her.

She allowed for Jòdéna to repeat her name. Chidie supposed that it was simply to help her remember. She didn't think that her name would be as difficult to remember as Jòdéna's, but that wasn't of too much concern. If she couldn't remember the name of her new acquaintance, then Chidie could only hope that she wouldn't be offended.

Cute name for a cute dog, she thought.

She laughed, a bit louder than she meant to and then began to nod her head in agreement. “That sounds like a plan if I’d ever heard one.” she said to the woman, very happy that she brought up that idea.

That was an odd name, though she really couldn't be one to judge - her name wasn't overly common, either.

"Nowhere that you'd wanna be, I'm sure," she replied almost glumly, though her curiosity was more recognisable in her voice.