My, my, my. He certainly did have a nice smile. However, she'd been somewhat preoccupied thinking of Pam lately, so she did nothing more than appreciate it. Buffy (and Maggie still thought of her with a sharp pang of sorrow, more than a year after) may have been able to have a lover in every time zone, but Maggie had always been more focused.
She grinned back, shrugging as much as she could with an arm full of dog. "I can't argue with that. And hey, don't blame me for the name. His previous owners bought him as a puppy for their five-year-old daughter. She named him. And then came the drooling, and the snorting, and the seizures..." She trailed off, looking back down at the huffing dog, giving him another behind-the-ear rub with a slightly sad look. "And that's where I come in."
Maggie looked up, the good cheer back on her face. "But you probably don't want to hear a complete stranger rant about responsible pet ownership. Anyway. Hi. I'm Maggie. I'd shake hands, but they're covered in drool and smell like sweaty dog."