Anastasia was slightly surprised how easily her lifted her off the ground. She knew she shouldn't be, this was the man who had lifted her onto the horse with no effort at all. She sat on the bench and placed her empty hand on her lap. With the other she handed him the stick. She laughed when he spoke, looking at Melor. She crossed her legs under her skirt, "You aren't joking, are you? You actually don't know how to play with a dog!"

She smiled at him, "Just throw the stick," she looked at him, "It is that simple, then he'll bring it back and you throw it again.... Although, sometimes he gets bored and will pull on it while you try and take it. He is just trying to play tug o war...." She leaned back on the bench, relaxing best she could on the not so comfortable seat, "But it could be playing if you don't have fun... So loosen up a little... and that isn't an order..."