Ho hum. Ingrid is the last person one would expect to find in a bar, they were always Freya's haunt, but as her younger sister isn't here, Ingrid occasionally dips inside for the nostalgia. Today just happened to be a crummy day at the library because the goat that has been following her around for a week decided to eat some of the books. What kind of animal would deface a book!

Well... the animal kind... you know what, he should know better anyway.

The goat has followed her into the bar as well, aimlessly chewing at the hem of her dress, unmindful of the way she's trying to gently nudge him away with her foot. Go away goat. She is not making satyr babies with you! Stop it! This will keep up while she tries to read her book, sipping at a beer, until she can't stand it and goes home. Where presumably, the goat will pick the lock and try to eat her couch again.

Sigh.