Zeni is at her law office when Bobby stops by to see her and brings her an elk rug as a gift from his recent hunting trip in Alaska. The scene starts here:
When I opened the door from the hallway, I saw Bobby, standing in the lobby. The elk rug was draped over his right shoulder.
As Bobby approached me, I caught a whiff of the cologne he was wearing, a musky sort of scent which surprisingly complement the quasi-hunter theme he had going on.
“It’s nice to see you, Zeni,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek.
“You, as well. What’s that on your shoulder?” I asked, all innocence.
“I shot an elk when I was in Alaska and had the pelt cured to make this rug for you,” Bobby said, removing the rug from his shoulder and displaying it to me.
“Oh, how kind,” I tried my best to seem gracious about his rather barbaric gift. “Why don’t you come into my office?”
“I’d love to,” he said, following behind me, the rug back on his shoulder.
Once inside my office, he gently laid the rug on the floor.
“Have a seat,” I said, pointing to an empty chair located across the desk from me. “Now, tell me, what happened to the poor elk?”