Spike, of course, ran after the sock and Tom could hear him tearing the poor inanimate object to shreds. At least it hadn't been his sock. He couldn't say who's it was, really.
"I'll see what I can do..." Popcorn and M&M's? Waaah! "This was empty, for the most part. One of the other men used to stay in here, but he moved in with Sonya, I believe. Something about favors, I didn't want to know. He's not going to be back, though, don't worry; the room's all yours."
He was glad she was already bonding with Spike, though, because he hadn't thought to ask until now. Not that Spike was particularly vicious (well, not within a selective group of people), but some people were deathly afraid of dogs. And allergic. Really, he should've had some forethought.
"Spike's fairly smart for a dog, you'd be surprised what he knows. He used to be in the circus, actually. I saved him from abuse a few years back."
"Maybe I can name the baby Spike? Spike Wellington!"
"Now *that* would make Dorothea twitch!" The little boy in him found the idea hilarious. "It has an interesting ring to it, though." Heh. At this rate, she might as well name the kid Renji. Tom wouldn't mind.