Shifting uncomfortably, he sighed exasperatedly and resumed his work once more, each small movement or act of fidgeting furthering the spread of his accident against his behind.

Lunch hour came and left, and he just barely managed to keep his voice straight as a soft-furred vixen, Arya, stuck her head around the corner of his work station and asked him sweetly what he would have for lunch since she was getting rounds.

He stuttered out,” O-oh, uh, can I take the ham and cheese as usual please?”

She had smiled, bemused at the fox’s awkwardness and nodded saying that she’d be happy to fetch him that.

“Is that really everything? You really ought to eat a little more, you know, all that work you do and I rarely see you eat more than a few crumbs!”