She squeaks a little yelp of surprise as one of the larger goats butts its head right into her hip and pushes her off-balance, sending her stepping into a tiny white goat who bleats in alarm and runs off only to circle around and trot back, shoving towards her hand for more grain.

"That's it!" she tells them, laughing, showing them her empty hands. Undeterred, they just start nibbling on the hem of her shirt instead. "Hey! Who raised you?"

She turns to Bucky, teasing, all bright brilliant happiness even as she's playfully shoving curious muzzles away from her beleaguered clothing. "Your goats have no manners. My old etiquette teachers would be horrified."