Look like a beauty, Train like a beast. (open)

[Morgan Munroe]

Morgan sneakers kept hitting the ground pretty hard as she ran not really sure where she was running to. Lucky for her though it had been awhile she still remembered her way around this small town so she wouldn't get lost. This jog was a bit longer and further than her normal ones due to the fact she was running to clear her head and not running for exercise. Her trip home hasn't gone completely as planned yet and it was taking a toll on her. Everyone in her family besides Jr was ready to move past her leaving and he was the one she wanted more than anyone to forgive her. She knew she hurt him by going and not keeping in contact, but she thought everything was going to be just fine once she came back and apology. It made her upset he hasn't said much to her since she got her because he wasn't one to hold a grudge. So that must of meant she had really upset and disappointed him and she hated herself for making him feel that way. She promised herself she would make it up to Jr. She could not have her big brother hate her. 

Exhausted from running and realizing where she was Morgan pushed herself a little father in till she reached the lake and sat down by the water. Pulling her waterbottle out of the drawstring bag on her back Morgan took a big gulp of it stared off into the lake memories flooding her head. She use to go her at least twice a month with her family when she was little. They would do one of three things. One go fishing, or two rent a boat, or three go swimming. She used to love when they would rent a boat the best because her and Jr would always play pirate. Her dad even let them steer the ship before. Memories like those were they ones that constantly had her debating coming back but her fear override the memories in till now. Morgan closed her eyes and lay back deciding to rest awhile before she headed back to the house. 

[Father Stanley Cupper]

As the woman settled by the lake, two pairs of curious nostrils caught her scent and started ambling towards it. Mort and Bart, Father Cuppers two pets, had wandered away from their master as he fished on this fine afternoon, and decided to take advantage of the time to take in more excitement than they usually got with the geezer, which sadly led them to see if this strange new person might offer pettings or, God above be merciful, treats. Bart, the red furred bulldog, ever the more sociable of the pair, trotted forward and sniffed directly at the reclining woman's hand, running his broad, sloppy tongue over it if she offers no response.
((If she reacts positively))
Bart sits back on his haunches, tongue lolling out to one side of his jowls as he looks pleadingly at the human, hoping for head scratches. Mort, emboldened by the friendly seeming person, moves over to start his own investigations, snorting as he takes in her odor.
((If she reacts negatively))
Bart gives a startled bark at the betrayal of his trust as he retreats from the person, while Mort legs it, squealing in panic.
((Regardless))
Almost simultaneously, Father Cupper comes limping down the path, looking concerned, "Dia thuas, i gcás ina bhfuil siad ..." He mutters to himself, "Bart! Mort!" He calls out, causing the two to head for his legs. Seeing the two small mammals his expression turns to one of raw relief and then to apprehension as he spots Morgan, "Ach... terribly sorry, ma'am, little brats had more energy than I thought, did they bother you any?"

[Morgan Munroe]

Shocked by the sudden feel of a tongue Morgan quickly sat up and open her eyes. She smiled though as she saw the two puppy not at all mad. "Well hi cuties you scared me". Cautiously she got closer to the two dogs petting each with one hand. "Where you guys owner"? As soon as she asked the question she got her answer as a guy came down a path yelling something she could not understand. "Of course not they are so friendly. I use to have one myself when I was younger. What are their names Bart and Mort"?

[Father Stanley Cupper]

"Aye." he nods, pointing to each, "Pigs Mort, dogs Bart, seem to think everything with two legs wants to meet them."
Bart gives a happy bark as he nuzzles into the woman's petting hand, seeming in a state of bliss.
Mort gives a concerned squeal, the little pig having braced to run before Bart starts getting attention. He then starts approaching Morgan, little hooves moving as if expecting a mine on his way, trying to get his own scratching.
"Father Cupper, by the by, pleasure ta meet you. Got a fishing spot up the ways a bit, if you'd care for some company on this fine day, I personally love the sound of a voice in the summer breezes."

[Morgan Munroe]

"A pig is such a unique choice for a pet. I don't think I have ever seen one in person before but its cute ". Morgan stop petting them and stood up brushing off her shorts. "I'm Morgan Munroe and it's a pleasure to meet you father. I would love to join you" she said cheerfully. A little company would do her some good she decided. She also haven't fished in so long."Do you have an extra fishing pole"?

[Father Stanley Cupper]

"I do." Cupper says with a smile and a nod, instinctively offering a hand to help the lady up as she starts to rise from her seat, "Always wise to have a few extra in case of company or too large fish." he chuckles. At the cessation of pets, Mort gives a startled squeal and retreats, while Bart just gives a rather loud groan of disapproval and starts snorting through the grass, looking for something else nice to play with, "Though must warn you, aint had much luck with the catching recently, either Im using bad bait, or the fish are just deciding it aint their time yet." He shook his head and started back up to his fishing spot, a quiet, well shaded affair under a strong old tree, the two animals on their heels, "So what brings you out alone, Ms. Munroe? Cant say I have a hard time believing a lass friendly as yourself has a hard time keeping company."

[Morgan Munroe]

"Hopefully being with me wont jinx you even more when it comes to fishing. I haven't been having the best of luck lately". Morgan followed father Cupper back to his fishing spot. "Well I was taking a run to clear my head and get out the house before I got tired and decided to rest here. How about you? What brings you out here"?