"Yes, I know," Betty said, giving Laura her best sympathetic look. She wasn't very good at those, but she did understand. Knew what it was like trying to juggle a professional life and a certain hairy problem at the same time. In her case, it hadn't worked out too well. "If I can help in any way... maybe with something administrative...?"<br/><br/>The scruffy-looking man at the bar spoke to her then, making her sigh.<br/><br/>"Yes, thank you. I hadn't noticed."<br/><br/>She was about to turn away, dismiss him, when she sensed a certain something about the man. He felt like Graham did, that same... doggyness. Interesting, but not something she was going to discuss with him here and now. So, taking the cup that had been served her and wrapping her hands around the warmness of it, she knelt down until her face was level with Lucy's.<br/><br/>"Alright," she said in the same tones she used on the adults. Betty'd always hated people who acted all childish and put on their 'cute' voice when speaking to children. "What is it then?"<br/><br/>Please, please,<em>please</em>let it not be that the girl had to go to the bathroom and she had to go with...