"Looks to be shaping up to be a nice day," piped the otter, looking out his car window. "On the radio it said it was supposed to get in the low eighty's."
     "I'm so glad fall has finally come back around. I hate summer," came the liger. "It's nice and all but I prefer the cooler weather."
     Johnny nods, "True that and I'm sure those," he says, pointing at her tits. "don't make things easier when it heats up."
     "Johnny," she exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel, her face going a shade of red.
     The otter tossed his head back letting out a big boisterous laugh, "You know it's true."
     Qwen was still reeling from the blatant call out by her friend while her face still held that blush. Darting her head towards her own side window as she huffed, "Shut up. You dummy. So what if I have big boobs?"
     "Big? Those things are an air bag each," he snickered. "I should know by how much you plant them on me."
     The liger quickly brought her gaze over oto the teasing passenger, "Are they now? Do I? I've never once heard you complain."
     "Not that I'm complaining by any means," his humored tone faded away. "I don't mind being your personal bag attendant and this is all in good fun."
     "Oh I know," she affirmed, lessening her grip on the wheel. "You always know how to push my buttons and I never am prepared," came a light giggle.
     The vehicle turns onto a street as it quickly parks on the side.
     "Why are we stopping here? The house is a few doors down."
     Qwen turns off the engine and unbuckles her belt, "You did say it was gonna be a nice day. So why not a short walk and let these bags have some open space," she said with another giggle.
     Guess so," he chirped in agreement, unbuckling and stepping out.
     There was a nice cool breeze that had slowly started to make its way through the city over the last few days. Each new round only added to usher in the autumn season while pushing out the remains of summer.
     "They weren't kidding," shivered Johnny. "It is cooler than yesterday."
     "Aw," said Qwen. "Is Johnny cold," she continued, like a parent would to a baby. Moving over to him, "Would you like my big bags for warmth."
     "Don't," he snickered, raising a finger in defense while slowly moving backwards. "You already did it to me and I'm not that cold."
     "Oh come on now. I'm only trying to help," she continued.
     Before he could say anything else, that hefty rack did find its landing on his body, "Qwen." Giving him another big hug like before the ride. "Alright, I get it," he smiled. "You do know what you carry around."
     "That's right I do. Don't you forget it." Pulling away as she fixed her outfit, "Now about that walk."
     "Let's go and I'll never forget. Especially, since we've been friends since middle school."
     Qwen smiles, taking the lead with the otter soon to follow. Making their way down the street. On either side of them were houses of similar make and model except for the left side. Where there would have been four homes, instead, there was a grove of trees. They spanned the entire length of those "lots". Outside of that, all the others had that standard suburban vibe.
     "I always enjoyed seeing that grove over there. Really made this street stand out to me," said Johnny. "Did we ever find out what type of trees those are?"
     The liger shook her head, "No but they are refreshing to see and bring some personality like you said."
     "So what's your meeting gonna be about today?"
     "It's where I gather all my designs that work under me and see how each of the projects I got them going on are progressing."
     "Shesh," came the otter, arching his head forward. "Sounds long and tedious."
     "Not really. The four of them are all very capable. It's a way for me to make sure everything is in the time frame. I could have them email or text me but I prefer in-person meets."
     "Listen to you being so cool and professional," Johnny cheekily said.
     Qwen spun on her foot, turning to walk backwards, "It's who and what I do," waving her arms out to each side. "Don't build the brand I got by sitting on your thumbs."
     Johnny nods, watching the liger be goofy with her arms, "I am very impressed. You've been able to achieve so much in recent years." He brought those beefy arms up, clasping his hands together, and placing them behind his head. "I started to think about if I wanted to start up a new YouTube channel."
     "Really? What about Card Master?"
     As they walked down the sidewalk. It started to wind over to the left. To the right, there was a house that had been heavily altered from the surrounding home styles. The most noticeable was the sheer size of it, nearing double of all the others. The other big difference was that it had exposed stone instead of paneling. It had a top arch that sat above and in between a left lower arch that held a bedroom. On the right, and a rounded arch being an office space. Below the left arch was built what appeared to be the dining area with a full window. Under the rounded arch, was the garage but even further to the right was a bigger garage door.
     "Woah," said the astonished male. "You didn't tell me you were gonna go with the stone. Thought it was gonna be too expensive."
     "It's me, remember," she smirked. "Mama knows her way around some haggling. Don't change the subject though. What about your other channel?"
     "Well, after talking to my team. We all feel I have enough of a brand to branch out."
     "Oh! I could have told you that. You freak'in built your own house," thrusting a hand at the spoken for building. "Those don't come cheap but damn! That's awesome! What is the other channel gonna be?"
     Johnny scratches the side of his face as he turns away, "C? Cooking?"
     "Cooking? You're gonna share that wonderful talent with others now," gleed the liger, throwing herself at his backside.
     "Oof," exhaled the male. "Y?. yeah," he wheezed out.
     "Oops, sorry," she grimaced, moving back.
     "No problem," he coughed a bit, turning back around. "Again, I talked with my team and saw the data from my InstaGram. Apparently, those food dishes I post every other week got more attention than my selfies or even my first channel promos."
     "Can't say I'm too surprised. I've always enjoyed every meal you make when I visit." Glides her hands over those hips, "Might be a reason I have put on a few extra pounds."
     Johnny chuckled back, "Sorry? Couldn't tell, personally."
     "Aw, you sweet sweet man. Even knows the right things to say to a gal."
     Another cool breeze blows past them, "Alright, let's go inside now." The otter, not waiting for a response, moves onto the grass heading for the front door.
     "I got the key, silly," she starts to make her own way to the door, pulling it out of one of those jacket pockets.