He just had to work on not getting any more food stains on the ceiling and then he would be making really excellent progress.

Goose smiled softly as he moved towards the table to sit down, he wasn’t used to … well expressing emotions that could make him vulnerable so he was making rather considerable progress in that regard.

“I’m … er … I’m looking forward to trying this,” he said as he sat down, his cheeks going redder as he tried not to feel so awkward about this. Surely he could get through one conversation at dinner without stammering so much?