You know it's coming from miles away. You accidentally got sucked into this conversation with Misty about half an hour ago and you don't have the heart to make some excuse to leave. She seems really happy to talk to you about the different types of moss she found. Seems like she's been aching to tell someone about this.

You mentally brace your arm for the scratches it's about to receive as you see Lottie stride over with her arms crossed, fed up with Misty and her incessant talking. She's been waiting for you for over an hour and she misses you. She wants—no, needs your attention. And she'll have it.

"Lottie," you give her a half-hearted smile in an attempt to apologize for taking so long as she sits beside you and glares at Misty. "I was just about to go see you."

Lie.

She loops her arm around yours as Misty keeps talking, showing off her moss like it's a show-and-tell. Lottie stays still for a bit; drowning out Misty as she strokes your hand and gives you occasional cheek kisses, but after 10 minutes of her still talking, she decides she's had enough. It's time to take some action.

"Ow, Lott!" you wince after Lottie headbutts you with her antlers. She rams into your shoulder over and over again until you eventually give up and excuse yourself from MIsty, arm sore and filled with dozens of scratches. You lead Lottie back into the cabin and into your shared room, giving her a look as you grumble. "My arm's all sore now. You really gotta stop doing that when you want my attention..."

"If you actually paid attention to me, I wouldn't have to do this," she rebuttals, headbutting you with her antlers once again and grinning playfully when you whine. "Besides, you're a good scratch post."