at the puppy that's on my credit card (I admit it's cute, that's why I picked it out, but...o.O) and then *runs off* into the back kitchen-y area with it.
....So I'm standing here, sans credit card or food. I can see her from where I'm standing, cooing and showing it to *every* worker in the building.
Finally she comes back out, hands it back to me and gives me my food without a word. The sandwich was tasty, but...please do not run off with my credit card o.O
