"Totally grumpybutt," Clerise says decisively, clucking her tongue as she gave Gale a once over. "It is decided. Balthazar likes you, which means you have to be a Grumpybutt."
The redhead jumped up, the energy from her food kicking in. "God, I would kill for a chicago style hot dog, I tell you. Bar-S is no gourmet thing." She ruffled his hair, because good golly miss molly, this little guy was the most adorable.
Like a thoughtful little puppy.
"I'm going to start my workout-- gotta keep up with the grind, or whatever." Clerise grinned at him as she left, waving. "See you around!"
