Love never dies

Previously

…She looked down at Bartholomew, who was now contentedly grooming himself, utterly unfazed by the impending financial and romantic upheaval. “Well, Bartholomew,” she murmured, stroking his head, “it seems our empire is about to face an invasion. And I have a feeling the first wave will be… rather enthusiastic.” Bartholomew responded with a contented purr, a sound that, for Brenda, was the truest definition of love. But as she looked at Gary, buzzing with a newfound purpose, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps, just perhaps, there were other definitions worth exploring. Even if they involved llamas.