The Only Black Uke
"Yes! I will take such good care of it... him!" She tried to pick up the bug, half-careful of it's stinger and pinchers, only for it - Toko - to scurry away into a pile of hay.
She laughed nervously. "He won't leave." she said, trying to be confident, "I'll catch him later, when he's more used to me." She'd find him and lure him out with food, and then she'd keep him safe and warm and happy and... She saw his little pincher-face peeking out from a hay bale, and nearly melted with adoration again.
She looked at Zekiel, eyes glowing with happiness behind her glasses. "Thank you for finding him!" she said, deciding to put the strange new adorable guest up to some sort of divine favor of probably Zekiel's doing. "Since you're here, do you want to have a tour of the barn? It's... um... big."
