My melancholic mood has disappeared and my need for humour has returned. ITCF will be updated in the next couple of days, for all those interested. Promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Shocked? I was.
"Brilliant. Why don't we invite them to go on a picnic? Make a day out of it, why don't you?"
"Really? That would be amazing, but..." Abby's voice trailed off as Lester looked at her with a withering look. He sighed and closed the dossier he was reading, so that he could concentrate on the excited, yet slightly apprehensive girl in front him.
"But what? What possible reasons can you think of that would stop the raptors enjoying Hyde Park?"
"Wouldn't it be dangerous? Or a security risk? Or a... you were joking, weren't you?" Abby realised.
"Evidently. What did you expect when you came to me with the suggestion that the creatures needed a day out?"
"Well, if you're not going to be helpful, I'll go ask Cutter."
Abby made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl and marched out in a huff. Lester watched her leave, then returned to his precious dossier. Sometimes, he felt he was in charge of a load of grumpy, highly strung teenagers; Stephen being the most difficult. Still, hopefully Cutter would put an end to such free-range, stupid ideas with his sensible, practical thinking.
Five minutes later, he heard Abby squeal with joy and lowered his head onto his desk. Why did he even think Cutter would keep things sensible?
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