<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div><br/><br/>Heather had climbed into the back of the van after making sure to haul in her trunk. She secured her belongings in the van as best she could and then accepted help from the human as she buckled her in. It wasn't like she could really see where the buckle was in her lap so it was just quicker to have some help, which she took gratefully unbuckling it. A clear expression of worry on her face as she touched the contraption. Knowing the fragility of objects around her she knew to be very careful about just about everything. She clattered out of the van,  nearly slipped pulling her crate out and looked around sheepishly. Her coordination severely lacking.<br/><br/>She went through the giant sized doors that were on the front of the house, whistling as she walked into her first human residence. "Ya'll have weird furnishins'" she said. She gingerly laid her belongings on the floor just inside the door. She'd come and pick them up later and move them bit by bit through the house. She didn't want to hurt the house or her belongings. Before Sam began the tour though Heather ushered her over to a bag that was fully padded, handing it to the taller human. "Ah, gotcha a house warmin' gift." Even though it was padded it still tinked softly and she winked. "Ah had a lotta swag from humans. They like ta give mah stuff," she said. A subtle inspection of the bag revealed lots of hard liquor that would put most humans on their backs in no time. The bottles that were easy to see might have been about half full. It was a little hard to tell. In a voice that was almost to quiet to hear she said to Sam. "Ah'll need ta milk mahself 'fore we start ta party. Ah... do you have someplace ah could do it? An'... if ya wanted ta watch an' learn fer later ya can."<br/><br/>She stood patiently, mostly, for the tour to start of the house. Her hooves clattering on the tile and making clopping sounds as she paced, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jean shorts she was wearing. She had grabbed a second shirt and draped it over her shoulders to help hide the spots growing on her chest and her face was bright red. She didn't like to admit it but after awhile she had to get relief from the pressure in her chest and it'd been several hours since she'd taken care of her needs. But a certain feeling of excitement seemed to permeate from the minotaur as she seemed to constantly check on the others to ensure they were ok and having a good time.