<div class="floatleft">(https://fsb.zobj.net/crop.php?r=e173WnaEjfOodsij_6Do-fn-8JcmC3RCfHs3zW3oOUo8ioylUxmv0yx_QVyfS1ejnzUh8tircOvr3r6qYhGvZ_n6eJCP9HDWI5wwiLPZuNA-NMad07wPhS9ALMmUP1uEN1UBcoxMTNSD3Kdt)</div><br/><br/>Heather was about to answer when guests appeared. Her mouth open in a slightly ditzy expression as the gentleman explained that he'd been sent to bring to Ponipua an attendant. The thought of having an attendant made her a little jealous and wistful at the same time. Unless... she shook her head, the bell around her neck making hollow donk sounds as she did so. She smiled politely and gave a hearty wave at the newcomers before the man turned and left. The effect was that Heather's heavy breasts bounced and jittered for a little bit, apparently not something the minotaur seemed to concerned with, and let the joustling of her breasts to stop. For those more experienced in matters of clothing it was pretty apparent Heather didn't wear a bra. Either because they wouldn't fit, she didn't know how to wear one, or hadn't found one up to the task. But that might explain why people were willing to give the demi so much attention.<br/><br/>She focused on the human in the room, her cheeks blushing. "The agency gave me a milker," she said. She rummaged in her pockets and pulled out a tiny instruction manual (https://www.target.com/p/medela-harmony-manual-breast-pump/-/A-528690?ref=tgt_adv_XS000000&AFID=google_pla_df&fndsrc=tgtao&CPNG=PLA_Baby%2BShopping_Local&adgroup=SC_Baby&LID=700000001170770pgs&network=g&device=c&location=9008459&gclsrc=aw.ds&ds_rl=1242884&ds_rl=1246978&ds_rl=1246978&ref=tgt_adv_XS000000&AFID=google_pla_df&CPNG=PLA_Baby+Shopping_Local&adgroup=SC_Baby&LID=700000001170770pgs&network=g&device=c&location=9008459&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI4-SYzKLg3gIVEpJbCh0qQwRtEAQYAiABEgJpIfD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds) and slid it across the table. "It doesn' seem ta hold much though an' it takes me ferever ta get it all out." She seemed to think about the offer to help and then nodded. "Ah'd love some help," her voice lowered as if ashamed or embarrassed. "The agency says ah produce 'bout 9 gallons a day, dependin' on what ah ate the day before." She shrugged as if to say who knows, but it was probably more a problem of conversion of the world gallon into Heather's native language that caused her to shrug. Taking the humans at their world. She knew she produced a lot of milk, she'd been one of the major milk producers for the village. Big bodies required a lot of milk for strong bones and muscles and Minotaurs seemed to enjoy drinking it.<br/><br/>To the question of hooves Heather seemed to brighten. "We had a hoof specialist in the village ah came from. She'd always polish and paint my hooves." She giggled. "One time she put pink sparkles on it. Not that ah could really tell," she said matter of factly. "Ah'd love a good hoof polish," her voice dreamy and an almost vacant look on her face. She wiggled a little in her seat, trying to adjust so that she was more comfortable and almost slipping out of her seat as her hooves clattered on the tile. She sat bolt upright, a terrified expression on her face. "Ah'm ok," she said after a moment. Clearly she was either a world class clutz or there was something to the smooth tiles giving her problems. It was several heartbeats before her eyes became a more normal size.<br/><br/>She seemed to consider Sam's words thoughtfully, chewing on the inside of her lip as she did so. She was there to be a support structure. Like a strong column in the community. A Denvera! "Ah!" she said suddenly, her face lighting up. "Yer a Denvera!" She grinned. "Ah'd thought as a host ya'd be more like a..." her face scrunched up a bit as if in intense concentration. "What's the word for living acquaintance? Gunbu, Temanuk Kuovin," she said switching to her native language. Those familiar with the dialect changes to demi would realize she'd just said something very nonlady like about the difficulties in language. "Ah'll try an' not dispute in the house. Ah know not all demi's are as sturdy as a minotaur," there was a hint of pride in her voice. "But ah also know humans ain't as sturdy as well. Ah'll do my best ta help!" She gave a lopsided playful grin. "And ah make an angry salad!" The choice of her words was perhaps incorrect in that regard but she didn't seem to notice. Wherever Heather had learned her english it was clear it hadn't been a professional job, what with her missing words and miss used words and accent it could almost be assumed she'd learned most of her english watching westerns.