|You missed another one, didn't you?|
|Eh, hoomin. If you flunk, maybe you can be a salad chef apprentice, no?|
It's been a lovely, slow week. The hoomins gave bonding another try. Gus and I tried it in a small pen. I objected, and it turned out to be a short session.
At nights, I hang out with the salad making hoomin. He reads and scribbles, and I nom and give him snarky looks until we both get worn out.
Gus is doing very well, and I hear he jumps on the bed every morning to check on the hoomins. Charlie is best friends with both of us. I don't know how she does it.
We'll keep you posted,