Antonin had just freshened his drink when he saw Pansy Parkinson walking toward the dock.
"Ms. Parkinson," Antonin gave her one of his semi-formal bows, "how nice of you to come today."
He dropped to his knees and held out his arms to Polly. "This must be your Polly we've heard about. What a lovely little one she is. If she's going to be around the dock, and on the boat, she should be waterproofed. Have you done that yet?"