"Well, he seems like a very nice fella," Lance said, scratching the dog's head now that he seemed warmed up to him. "It's very nice to meet yeh, 'Puddin'," he said, mimicking Valmae's accent and tossing a grin her way.
"I would love one, thanks."
He followed her into the kitchen to grab it for himself, settling against the counter to watch her cook. "It's interesting, how yeh blend two different ways of doing things-- the magical and the Muggle."