"Can't have avoided it forever." Frida took a larger drink of her wine, but blinked when she felt a rush of warmth. 'Sensibly reckless.' She chuckled along with Malachi and smirked.

Just as she was taking a sip, Frida nearly spat it out as she began to laugh. She managed to hold most of it back, but a drop landed on Casper's head through the woman's hands that covered her mouth. "Oh...my gosh." She started laughing so hard it was difficult to breath. Frida could see her library after her owls had an argument in it. Papers flying everywhere. She was comparing it to Malachi's office, which must have been full of documents...all scattered about. And Malachi, closing the door forcing the papers inside the room. "Out of control!" 'Great! A giggle fit!'
She hugged her stomach and waited until more oxygen could enter her lungs. "I'm sorry...ohhh..." It was painful. Frida wiped a tear from her right eye and looked at Casper, who seemed to have been caught off guard. "Sorry to you too."

"Don't worry. I'm sure I'll know what I'm doing." Frida finished off her glass of wine. "Well, I doubt they will. But you never know." She gave a shrug and started to pet Casper again. "Just don't rat me out okay?" Frida glanced up to Malachi with one of her eyes narrowed again. "You'll have to give me their names, I could always use more connections."

"Think she'd like some of my uncles old cages? He doesn't dabble with them too much anymore." She started to lift Casper's paws like he was dancing, and giggled slightly.

'Go? We can go? Now!?' She looked up with wide eyes. "Really?" Frida gaped at Malachi. She had assumed that the man was merely making conversation. Not expecting that he was dead serious about going that same day. "That's fantastic." Frida reached for her wine glass again, but realized that she had finished the contents earlier.
"Lucky dog eh?" Frida stroked the dog's short fur. "Just don't expect me to be picking you up any time soon." She said to Malachi with a smart look.
"That's a good way to live though." Frida agreed when Malachi mentioned working, "My parents raised me and-" She paused, "Raised me that way." Again, she reached for her glass, but stopped herself in time. It had become a sort of habit to reach out and take a sip every so often. "Well I'm ready!" Frida gave Casper a small peck of a kiss on his head and placed him on the ground. "Is it a photograph?" She guessed at what Malachi needed to get from the house.