At the far end of the room is a desk with the receptionist. She is wearing a plastered-on smile and a blouse, and her sharp red hair is piled in a high bun. "Here for drop-off?" she asks before Bethany can say anything. "That's right," Bethany replies, clutching some papers nervously. Victor is only just tall enough to peer over the counter.
"Have you brought our recommendation and a completed medical form?" the receptionist asks cheerily. "Yes," Bethany replies.
"Has he been chipped?" the receptionist continues, her smile unchanging. "Yes," Bethany replies again.
"I got a flamingo plaster!" Victor announces, pointing to the purple plaster on his upper left arm. "Hush," Bethany says, nudging him slightly.
"Alright," says the receptionist. Please have a seat while I check you in." She gestures to a couch on the other side of the foyer.
We zoom out to see a wide view of the foyer. At one end the receptionist sits at her desk, still beaming, and at the other sits Victor and his mum. On one wall, a cascade of water falls down, which Victor points at excitedly. "Look, there's a waterfall!" "...Best stay away from that," Bethany tells him.
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