diff --git a/src/art/vector/Boob.tw b/src/art/vector/Boob.tw
index ae71ad2bbec4d287ffdddeb64ba03b239808a390..004e6c1b03a13f2de3e2408f1b1467d55988b5e0 100644
--- a/src/art/vector/Boob.tw
+++ b/src/art/vector/Boob.tw
@@ -23,7 +23,8 @@ _art_transform will affect the display.
 */
 <<set _art_transform = _art_boob_transform>>
 
-<<if _artSlave.boobs < 300 >>
+<<if _artSlave.boobs < 300 >> 
+  /* BEWARE: this threshold may be used in other art-related code, too */
   /* boobs too small - draw areolae directly onto torso */
   <<set _art_scale_factor = 1 >>
   <<set _art_translation_x = 16 >> /* a little shift to the right is needed due to perspective */
diff --git a/src/art/vector/Boob_Addons.tw b/src/art/vector/Boob_Addons.tw
index 437554fe3ac1958be36624c4cabb0ab5567491d2..c14e5b8a483636fa6b77753b601db31403bb915d 100644
--- a/src/art/vector/Boob_Addons.tw
+++ b/src/art/vector/Boob_Addons.tw
@@ -7,7 +7,12 @@
 
 /* this outfit is worn under the piercings */
 <<if _artSlave.clothes == "uncomfortable straps">>
-  <<include Art_Vector_Boob_Outfit_Straps>>
+  <<if _artSlave.boobs < 300 >>
+    /* BEWARE: this threshold should be kept in sync with the one in Art_Vector_Boob_ */
+    /* boobs too small - have straps on torso only */
+  <<else>>
+    <<include Art_Vector_Boob_Outfit_Straps>>
+  <</if>>
 <</if>>
 
 <<set _showNipplePiercings = $showBodyMods == 1 && _artSlave.clothes != "restrictive latex" && _artSlave.clothes != "a latex catsuit" >>
diff --git a/src/gui/Encyclopedia/encyclopedia.tw b/src/gui/Encyclopedia/encyclopedia.tw
index eb68e638f31cfd41d7e6859c14c6cd9ddf55cf82..5a1080cec519123f85fd2ff1d33ac62f03a70082 100644
--- a/src/gui/Encyclopedia/encyclopedia.tw
+++ b/src/gui/Encyclopedia/encyclopedia.tw
@@ -2586,6 +2586,7 @@ __I do not give credit without explicit permission to do so.__ If you have contr
 <br>''laziestman'' for sexy spats.
 <br>''SFanon (blank)'' for SF related work and the joint Eugenics bad end rework.
 <br>''anon'' for extending FCGudder's economy reports to the other facilities.
+<br>''MilkAnon'' for his contributions to FCTV and the FC world in general.
 <br>''Bane70'' optimized huge swaths of code with notable professionalism.
 <br>''Circle Tritagonist'' provided several new collars and outfits.
 <br>''Qotsafan'' submitted bugfixes.
diff --git a/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw b/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw
index 20362da4676caf3699d371beb36938d147627c48..c5bab4335dc9640c22a1189bc0edfee7f34bf9e1 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw
+++ b/src/pregmod/seFCTVshows.tw
@@ -7,11 +7,11 @@
 <<if ndef $showTwelve>> /* Milkanon's channel */
 	<<set $showTwelve = 0>>
 <</if>>
-<<set $randShow = random(0,11)>>
+<<set $randShow = random(0,12)>>
 <<set $FCTVshow = 0>>
 <<if $randShow == $lastShow>>
 	<<set $randShow += 1>>
-	<<if $randShow > 11>>
+	<<if $randShow > 12>>
 		<<set $randShow = 0>>
 	<</if>>
 <</if>>
@@ -19,22 +19,19 @@
 Tired after a long day, you tell <<if $Concubine != 0>>@@.pink;$Concubine.slaveName@@<<else>>$assistantName<</if>> to turn on the TV and set FCTV to random show. Your larger-than-life screen flashes on, and is soon playing a random show from the popular streaming service. 
 /* we need to check for pansy no-extreme squick stuff */
 <<if $seeExtreme == 0 && $randShow == 10>>
-	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,11)>>
+	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,11,12)>>
 	There is an audible tone from your screen, which then displays a message: <i>Too much hugging detected, changing program.</i>
 <</if>>
 <<if $seeHyperPreg == 0 && $randShow == 8>>
-	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,9,11)>>
+	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,9,11,12)>>
 	There is an audible tone from your screen, which then displays a message: <i>Too much happiness detected, changing program.</i>
 <</if>>
 <<if $seeDicks == 0 && $makeDicks == 0 && $randShow == 10>>
-	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,11)>>
+	<<set $randShow = either(0,1,2,3,4,11,12)>>
 	There is an audible tone from your screen, which then displays a message: <i>Too many hot dogs detected, changing program.</i>
 <</if>>
 <<if $randShow == 11 && $purchasedSagBGone == 1 && $showEleven > 2>>
 	<<set $randShow++>>
-	<<if $randShow > 11>>
-		<<set $randShow = 0>>
-	<</if>>
 	There is an audible tone from your screen, which then displays a message: <i>Product purchase detected, skipping commercials.</i>
 <</if>>
 
@@ -605,7 +602,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
 <<case 12>>
 	<<set $lastShow = 12, $showTwelve++>>
 	/* $showTwelve is the number of times the channel has been viewed. This will be your chapter count, more or less. */
-	<<if $showTwelve == 0>>
+	<<if $showTwelve == 1>>
 		It seems that the random function has led you to a drama series about a girl adapting to living in the Free Cities. For a moment you consider changing the channel, but you decide to give it a shot.
             <br><br>The woman posed in the mirror. She was tall for a woman, fair skinned, and wore a keyhole sweater dress. Her scarlet hair was done in a braid down her back and her plump lips were covered in ruby red lipstick. She was slender, but not intolerably so; at the very least, she filled out her dress enough to avoid being arrested for indecency. All in all, the woman’s reflection made for a pleasant picture. The only thing detracting from this scene was her glare.
             <br><br>“Hey Scott, do you have anything a bit more conservative?” The woman asked. “We’ve been over this.” Scott said. “Not showing off your breasts is seen as very rude here.” Scott frowned, “Well, that’s not entirely correct, but it is seen as distinctly unfriendly; the only girls who don’t show some cleavage are frigid cunts and old-worlders fresh off the boat.”
@@ -621,7 +618,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
             <br><br>Scott called out to Cathy, “Come on out and give us a look!” The door to the bathroom opened and Cathy stepped out, tugging at her skirt. The clothing was a simple blouse and skirt affair with a Holstein pattern. In truth, it didn’t look like something that would offend old world sensibilities, except for the fact the skirt was so short that her frilly panties were in plain view.
             <br><br>“Do you have a skirt that’s a little longer?” Cathy said and tugged at her skirt again. “It’s supposed to look like that.” Scott explained. Cathy looked skeptical. “Really?” she asked.  Sarah gave Cathy a look that asked if she really was that stupid. “Why would you wear pretty panties and never show anyone?” She asked rhetorically.  Cathy started on a hot retort, but was interrupted by Scott. “We’ll stop for now and pick this later. You can put your new clothes away.” Cathy sighed, picked up her cloths, and walked out the door.
             <br><br>Scott stood up and set his daughter on her feet. She turned her back to her father, bent over slightly, and wiggled her bottom meaningfully. Scott smacked her right butt cheek and said, “Off you go.” Sarah didn’t move. “Daddy” she said pleadingly and wiggled her bottom again. He smacked her left butt cheek. She giggled happily and jiggled out the door. Scott smiled at his daughter’s antics, shook his head, and made his way to his bedroom.
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 1>> /* and so on */
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 2>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>On his way to the bedroom he passed through the kitchen and caught sight of June preparing lunch. She was tall for a woman. Her hair was a golden blond and her figure spoke of her ongoing romance with growth drugs.  She wore a black thong and an apron embroidered with the words ‘Milk the cook’. Which was rather strange considering she normally wore her ‘Rape the cook’ apron on Saturdays. But he guessed she was still raw from last night.
             <br><br>He came up behind her and reached into her apron to give her breasts a squeeze. June made a sound of pleasure in response. “Hello master, are you finished with Cathy for today?” He set his chin on the top of her head. “For the moment. After I’ve tended to Annie and had lunch, I think I’ll take Cathy out for a bit. Maybe take the whole family out for ice cream.”
@@ -644,7 +641,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
             <br><br>Scott leaned into his wife’s breasts to bask in the afterglow. While Annie had coaxed Sarah to turn around, pulled Sarah’s cunny to her face and began to slowly eat her daughter out. Sarah just lay bonelessly atop her mother’s breasts.
             <br><br>Scott just enjoyed the sight of mother-daughter bonding for a while before recalling his earlier plans. “I was thinking of taking the family out for ice cream after lunch.” Annie made a pleased sound as she continued licking her daughters cunny, Sarah cheered lazily, Sadie’s legs wiggled with what could be called excitement. 
             <br><br>“I was also thinking of taking Cathy with us.” Annie stopped sucking on her daughter’s clit to frown at him. He placating gesture and said, “She won’t make a big scene with all of us there and besides you enjoy it when she has a mini freak out.” She paused to think for a moment then said, “You have cameras and a drone on her right?” He nodded. “I want copies.” She gave him a lusty grin before returning to her meal. He turned Sarah. “I wanna bloom berry sundae with bottom boost sprinkles.” He nodded, hooked his head to look behind his wife and said, “How about you Sadie?” The hand that poked out from behind his wife waggled uncertainly, but ultimately became a thumbs up.
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 2>>
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 3>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>After a light lunch, the family assembled in the entry hall. Sarah rode in her mother’s cleavage, playing with a tablet as they waited on Cathy. When Cathy made her way into the hall Scott frowned at her. “You’re not going out dressed like that.” Cathy looked down at herself. “What’s wrong with this? This shows of my body well enough, right?”
             <br><br>She wore jeans and a T-shirt made a few sizes too small by her regimen of growth drug. “Why don’t you put on that bikini I gave you?” Cathy just furrowed her brow and said nothing. Scott sighed and said, “Just don’t wear pants and show some cleavage. For god’s sake, people show more skin at funerals than you do.” Cathy frowned, but went back to change. When she came back she was wearing the Holstein pattern skirt and blouse he had given her earlier. “You’re going to wear that?” he asked. “What’s wrong now?” He raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Nothing, Nothing. Let’s go.”      
@@ -659,7 +656,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
             <br><br>Cathy looked at the cup in confusion. “Shouldn’t we head inside?”  Scott just gave her a small smile. “Not just yet.” An aura of excitement began to build in the crowd. She noticed that most of the crowd wore very little. Most of the women wore underwear or jewelry and nothing else. Cathy just stared at her cup and then looked up and noticed something she’d missed before. A countdown timer in the corner of the creamery’s screen. And it had just hit zero.
             <br><br>The cowslaves mounted above began to moan and a deluge of milk flowed onto the crowd. The crowd cheered and laughed raising their cups high. Some of the women just basked in the spray, rubbing the milk into their skin. Some of the younger children danced and jumped in the puddles that formed.   
             <br><br>While others were reveling in the downpour, Cathy just stood still, exuding the aura of a wet cat. Scott laughed at Cathy’s put out expression and took another swig from his cup. “Now we can go in.”
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 3>>
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 4>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>A soft gust of air flowed over the family as they passed through the doors to the creamery. Compared to its outward appearance, the creamery’s interior was rather rustic. The warmly colored wood and soft amber lighting gave it a close and homey feel, like walking into an old ranch home at sunset.
             <br><br>The family passed wooden stalls containing a bevy of cowslaves. Each stall had a plaque with the slave's name on it, milking lines snaked down from the ceiling, and above each stall was a screen displaying the cow’s sexual exploits. Some of them were chatting with customers, taking selfies with them and recommending products to try. Others were providing more intimate services to their clientele or simply milked themselves and stared at passersby, their smoldering eyes and flushed faces promising every earthly delight one could imagine. Cathy did her best to ignore the goings on around her and focus her attention forward, but couldn’t help herself from taking short peeks from the corner of her eye.
@@ -681,7 +678,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
             <br><br>Scott pondered her question for a moment, before saying, “Shortly after starting up here, there was a big scandal over slave milk. Apparently, some moron thought adulterating slave milk with actual cow milk was a good idea. As you might guess, it didn’t turn out well for him.” He took a bite of his ice cream before continuing. “After that, customer trust was at an all-time low. So, I decided to make sure customers could see the whole process right outside the door.” He jabbed his cone at her. “That level of transparency made me quite rich and my cows famous. Upstairs, you can buy all sorts of merchandise based on them, clothes, dolls, you name it.” He smiled. “There’s even a cartoon in the works.” Cathy looked at him with a thoughtful expression. “So, that’s why?” He gave her a lewd grin. “That, and it’s quite sexy. Now, eat your ice cream before it melts.” He turned his wife and daughter. “That goes for you too. Remember, clean your plate, then masturbate.” Sarah pulled away from Annie, gobbled down what remained of food, and then pressed her breasts into her mother’s face.
             <br><br>A few minutes later, the family had finished their ice cream and were taking a moment to relax. Sarah rested languidly in her mother’s cleavage, basking in the afterglow. Annie shifted uncomfortably. “Feeling pretty sticky. I think mommy is going to go home and take a shower.” Scott patted her breast. “Sounds good, I think June and I’ll get some shopping done and head back.” At the word shopping, Sarah immediately said, “No spinach.” Scott looked at his daughter. “Yes spinach. You’re not going to grow up to be big and milky like mommy if you don’t eat your greens.”   Sarah pouted and mumbled into her mother’s breast, “I want lolimommy cheese curds and a new plushy” Scott ruffled her hair. “We’ll see.”
             <br><br>As the family gathered themselves, Cathy held up the remote. “Should we just leave this at the counter?” Annie smiled at her. ”Why don’t you give her a buzz? I’m sure she’d like it.” Cathy gave her a confused frown. Annie sighed and asked, “Kitten, how do you think that gets her attention?” Cathy turned the remote over in her hands. “She would have something that blinked and vibrated when someone used the remote.”  Annie just looked at her with a serene smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. With a sudden gasp, Cathy dropped the remote like it had shocked her. A second later, there was a distant squeal and the clatter of a tray hitting the floor.
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 4>>
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 5>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>A moment later, a beet red Cathy was stuttering an apology to even redder Martha.  “Don’t worry about it, it was just a pleasant surprise.” She smiled and pressed her breasts against Cathy’s. “Hope to see you ‘round soon darlin’.” Marth pulled her into a hug and whispered softly into her ear. “I know it’s hard to adjust to, but I think you’ll do just fine here.” She pressed a piece of paper into Cathy’s cleavage and sashayed away. 
             <br><br>Cathy fished it out to see it was an email and phone number with a lip print in bright red lipstick. “Oh my,” Annie said, her eyes dancing with amusement. “It looks like you’ve made a friend.” She turned to her husband and said, “I think they’d make a cute couple, wouldn’t you?” Scott examined Cathy for a second before nodding. “So long as she makes an honest woman out of her, she has my blessing” Cathy just slowly fumed, her face scarlet in embarrassment. A moment passed before Annie couldn’t take it anymore and let out loud, breast quaking, laughter.
@@ -699,7 +696,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
             <br><br>Cathy took a tentative bite before popping the rest into her mouth. “Its good.” Tabby gave her a sunny smile and said, “Thank you! I worked really hard on them.” Scott smiled at her fondly and patted her head, “Yes you did.” She preened at his praise and let out a sigh of contentment. 
             <br><br>A moment passed in companionable silence, before Scott noticed that Cathy was starting to get antsy. “Anyway, we’re going to get some groceries and head on out.”  Tabby nodded, but couldn’t hide her disappointment.  “I’ll come by tomorrow to check on you and talk to Gabe.”  He gave her a squeeze and fondly tousled her hair before heading further into the store, Cathy and June in tow.
             <br><br>They only made it a few paces before an impish gleam entered Scott’s eye. He signaled the rest to wait before heading back to the merchandise tables and returned quickly with a pair of plushies in hand.  He handed one to Cathy without breaking stride and continued into the store. Cathy look at the plushie and saw that it was Martha. She sighed and despite her chagrin, clutched the doll to her chest and followed.
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 5>>
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 6>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>By the time Cathy had caught up, June had procured a shopping cart and was making her way to the produce section.  A variety of fruits and vegetables tempted passersby, all so enticing that one might think they had been pulled from the canvas of an oil painting.  The produce was arranged in finely crafted wooden displays with small chalkboards bearing names and prices written in a tidy hand.  Overall, it gave off a rustic charm, like stepping into a small town farmers market. Detracting from this image somewhat, were a series of screens above the produce. 
             <br><br>The screens displayed what look like the inside of a greenhouse, although one could be forgiven for not realizing that right away. The LED lamps above gave off an odd magenta light turning the vast swaths of greenery a reddish-black. The odd hue gave the display a rather surreal look.
@@ -715,7 +712,7 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
             <br><br>Eventually, the party made their way to the star of Blue Barn, the dairy aisle. Display coolers lined the aisle, filled to the brim with milk bottles of various shapes and sizes. Each one bore a printed screen containing a recording of the sexual act that had produced the milk.  Whoever was in charge of managing the aisle was kind enough to arrange the milk by kink and sexual act.
             <br><br>Cathy clutched her plushie and looked around the aisle uncertainty. Scott nudged her. “Go grab a bottle of From the Source, it should be in the titfucking section.” She clutched the plushie a little harder then walked down the aisle.
              <br><br>While she was looking for her quarry, something caught her eye. She squinted at a particular bottle for a moment before reaching in to grab it.   With a hesitant finger, she pressed the play button on the bottle. As the video played, a look of dawning horror spread across her face. She was so enthralled with the video, she didn’t notice Scott walking up to her.  “Oh, did you find something you wanted?” She started and spun to face him, brandishing the bottle at him. “YOU MARRIED YOUR SISTER!?”
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 6>>
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 7>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>The offending bottle was of a higher quality than most of its neighbors, offering a gallery of artists’ renditions of the cow in addition to the video.  The video on the bottle showed Scott fucking Annie from behind, a slightly tinny slap followed by a squeal from the tiny speakers on the bottle. However, this was not the source of Cathy’s distress, as surprising as that may be. Rather, it was the words, Top shelf: All in the Family, printed in red lettering across the bottle.
             <br><br>Scott cocked an eyebrow, utterly unperturbed. “Yes? And?.” Cathy sputtered, but quickly regained her momentum. “You don’t do that! Why would do that!?” she all but shrieked, her face blotchy.
@@ -731,12 +728,12 @@ The offered price is ¤<<print $slaveCost>>.
              <br><br>Scott walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her to grab her breasts. “Doing some early Christmas shopping?” he asked looking over her shoulder.  She leaned into him, “Just looking at the new milker you were going to buy for Sarah.” He gave her breasts a squeeze as he read the article over her shoulder. “Its high end model. I’m a very thoughtful father, aren’t I?” he said in faux pompous tone, nodding to himself. A small smile spread across June’s face. “Of course you are, master.” They enjoyed each other’s company for a moment before she spoke in a low tone, “Everything alright?”  He teased her nipples and spoke in the same tone, “I think I’ve made some progress with her.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, “I told you it was a good idea.” 
             <br><br>They separated and returned to the cart. While they were having their little chat, Cathy had decided to brave the contents of the erotica section. The look on her face was difficult to describe, but she was reading the book very intently. Scott caught her eye and said, “you can have it, if you want it..” She snapped the book shut, placed it on the shelf, and tried to look as small as possible.    He just shrugged in response and looked through the cart before nodding to himself. “I think we’re ready to go. Any objections?” June shook her head, but Cathy looked at the shelf for a long second before shaking her head.
             <br><br>The three gathered up their purchases and headed to the exit. As they were passing through the checkout, Scott noticed a certain book pass amongst their purchases. He turned to give Cathy a look. She was pointedly not looking in his direction when she snatched up the book and made a beeline for the door.  When she stepped outside, she noticed something was off about the building, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Scott and June made their way outside to see her gaze flickering over the building. Scott simply smiled at Cathy. Finally, the penny dropped, Cathy glared at him like she was trying to set him on fire with her mind. The upper level of Blue Barn didn’t have cows mounted on the wall. Cackling laughter echoed in the street. 
-	<<elseif $showTwelve == 7>>
+	<<elseif $showTwelve == 8>>
 		The random function has brought up another episode of that drama series for you.
             <br><br>Cathy’s ire had faded somewhat by the time they made it home. A soft chime rang out as they walked in the door, followed shortly by a faint voice calling out, “Welcome home,” from further in the house. The trio put the groceries on the kitchen island and began to put them away. The background murmur of a TV and the faint roar of a hair dryer were coming from the next room.  Scott was about to walk into the room, but he paused and looked at the plushie in his hand. He turned and pressed it into June’s hands, giving her a meaningful look. She looked at the doll for a moment before returning his look with a smile. Message received. He gave her a quick nod before walking through the door.    
             <br><br>At first glance, the living room didn’t look too dissimilar from something of an old-world home decorating magazine. The furniture was well made and comfortable, but was noticeably designed with more robust figures in mind. Books and magazines laid scattered across a number of coffee and end tables. An old copy of Milkers Monthly was opened to a video of a cowslave demonstrating the use of a of cleavage vibrator. The shelves on the far wall held a number of statues, their brass figures bearing immobilizing breasts. And on the end was a 1st place ribbon from a school milking competition. 
             <br><br>Annie sat on the couch with a towel around her shoulders, only wearing her exosuit. She relaxed as Sadie went over her vast cleavage with a hair dryer and a towel, letting out noises of contentment as she luxuriated in Sadie’s ministrations. Sarah was cuddled up to her mother, her hair still damp from the shower. Scott sat down on the couch and pulled Sarah onto his lap before moving closer to his wife. Sarah just made herself comfortable while Annie leaned over to give him a kiss. “Everything go alright?” He patted his wife’s breast reassuringly. “There was a little bump or two, but it went alright. I’ll tell you about it later.”   
-            <br><br>Sarah turned around to face her father. “Did you get it?” she asked expectantly. He tilted his head in faux confusion, “Get what?” She frowned at him and said in an annoyed tone, “Daddy.”   A plushie peeked over from behind the couch for a moment before dipping back down. Sarah focused on the spot the plushie had just inhabited with laser intensity before turning to give him a accusing look. Scott did his best to look confused. ”What is it sweetheart?”
+            <br><br>Sarah turned around to face her father. “Did you get it?” she asked expectantly. He tilted his head in faux confusion, “Get what?” She frowned at him and said in an annoyed tone, “Daddy.”   A plushie peeked over from behind the couch for a moment before dipping back down. Sarah focused on the spot the plushie had just inhabited with laser intensity before turning to give him an accusing look. Scott did his best to look confused. ”What is it sweetheart?”
             <br><br>The plushie popped back up and began to move along the back of the couch in a parody of walking. The doll stopped at Scott’s shoulder and prodded it with a tiny hand. “Oh, hi Tabby. What brings you here?” The plushie moved closer to his ear. “You’re here to keep Sarah company? That’s very sweet of you.” Sarah let out a piteous whine, “Daddy.” Scott appeared to be too enthralled with his diminutive conversation partner to hear her. “What’s that? You’re also here to make sure she eats her greens, clean her toys, and does her homework?” He gave Sarah a dubious glance and turned to whisper to the plushie, sotto voce, “I think that’s bit of a tall order.” Sarah pouted at her father, but grudging said, “Okay” 
             <br><br>June stood up from behind the couch and handed the plushie to Sarah. Sarah grumbled, but tightly hugged the plushie to her chest. She cuddled up further to her father and mumbled softly, “Thank you.” He kissed her forehead, his hand stroking her hair softly. “You’re very welcome.”
             <br><br>A moment passed in companionable silence until a shrill sound emanated from June’s pocket. She looked a bit sheepish and said, “Sorry”, before pulling out a slim device to prod at it. “The brisket should be finished soon, maybe another hour or so.” Scott nodded, gently rubbing Sarah’s back. “Alright. Hey sweetheart, could you and Cathy go set the table?”  She let out a sound of acknowledgment and when over to grab the other girl’s hand. Cathy reluctantly set down her paperback and allowed Sarah to pull her into the kitchen.