Theodore bragged as he held his offspring hand towards his dad. The lineage demonstrated was him doing a palm reading. Or a bean reading. All to the blushing of Ash as his palm and fingertips are exposed in the party.
“Canine know no merit in their pedigree now, yet it matters. I mean-” Father's chest was full of air, his dads prick could deflate it with the mildest interruption. Or, what looked to Asheal, it was hard to tell with that expression of scrutiny.
"Pride? Oh, don't insist otherwise father, there really is nothing to these beans" said Asheal.