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"My sympathies then." It was never easy loosing a parent. Let alone two parents. Zascha could sympathize with her quite well on that front.

But this wasn't a time for thinking of sad things. They were here to have fun.

"Want to go cuddle some bunnies?" He pointed at the Petting Zoo sign that they were coming up to. Cute animals cheered sad girls up right? At least, if she liked animals. He was pretty sure Harlow liked animals. Who could resist a cuddly little bunny? With their beady little eyes and blood thirsty gnashing teeth.

He could tell it was a touchy subject. The death of his sisters was one for him as well so he wouldn't push her on it. Some wounds take longer to heal than others, especially ones of the soul.

As he dismounted his own horse, Zascha's stomach let out a rather loud rumble. He clasped a hand to his stomach. "Ah it seems like my stomach would agree with the whole getting food after bunnies statement." Taking the reigns of both horses he quickly took them both to the man in charge of them then made his way back. Flicking the brim of her hat with a grin. "This way."

The petting zoo wasn't too far away. There were a few kids and adults about but it wasn't overly crowded. Zascha reached for the gate and opened it to let her through. "Ladies first, just watch yourself or they might nibble on you instead of the oats."

"Perhaps that you look like a tasty morsel that anything would want to nibble on? Or that if you spill some oats on your clothes you might get nipped. Who knows." He shrugged with a grin before making his way over to one of the feed machines. Popping a few quarters in, he gave the crank a few turns and cupped a hand beneath the spout to catch what came out.

As he came back over to her a gaggle of baby chicks came rushing over. He knelt down next to her, taking her hand and placing some of the feed into it. Keeping about half for himself before he sprinkled a bit on the ground in front of him. "I think I'll be fine. Besides if I get too hungry I've got some feed right here. Though I think the animals might get angry I'm eating their food."

He didn't catch onto her tease for a few seconds before he turned his head quickly in her direction. "Heeeyyyyyy! Why am I a goat? Can't I be like some handsome stallion?" Zascha lifted his head and scratched at his chin with his free hand. "I don't have the scruff to be a goat."

Eyes narrowed at the duck. "I would suggest you think before you answer bird. I enjoy a good roast duck every now and again." His stomach rumbled at the thought.

An eyebrow raised as she pinched his chin. It wasn't a hard pinch so there was no pain. But a slight tingle ran up his spine at the same time. He'd never really pondered growing out his facial hair, it always seemed like a lot of maintenance. Although some girls did like guys with beards and junk.

But she said he might be cuter with some. Wait... cuter?

He scattered the last of the feed in his hands before standing, brushing his hands off on his jean pants. "Bah, he wouldn't feel a thing. A quick dip in a boiling pot of oil and he'd be in ducky heaven. With all the puddles to swim in."

Ah yes, a drink. He could certainly use a good one right about now. A nice cold beer to drive the dust out of his throat. "Me too."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he watched her try to run blocker on the duck with a raised eyebrow. Shaking his head a couple of times before moving to use some hand sanitizer himself. Animals were cute but they were kind of dirty, that and they were going to go eat anyway.

"Hey now, at least let me have some dignity as a man and not get all the dirty looks until it's time to pay the check." The hallway to where the matron stood was short, but the ceiling was high and gave it a larger appearance. Of course, the restaurant had that cowboy western look to it. Not super fancy but it was certainly a place where you sat down for an expensive meal.

Placing a hand at the small of her back, he ushered her a long with him. Gesturing to the matron who stood behind a podium, dressed in western wear. "Two under Firsov." The man ran his finger quickly down the page of a book before nodding, grabbed two menus and beckoned them to follow him to their table.

Having five sisters Zascha could certainly take teasing and give it back just as good. Though of course, he really only did it with those he felt comfortable around. And only after he'd figured out what type of person they were. Some people just couldn't take a joke and that had backfired on him more than enough times.

"Not really. Its a typical Russian last name. Though I suppose along with beards fancy sounding last names are things that women like too." He took the seat across from her, preferring to be able to talk with her face to face. Taking a menu he flipped it open and gave it a look over. "What did you want to drink?"