Ford looked up from his computer with a grin at the sound of the barking dog, setting aside his work in favor of digging his fingers into Loki's fur as he accepted the happy puppy kisses of greeting. "He knows that means he's welcome," he said, grinning as he looked up at Andi's entrance. Her comment prompted him to glanced to the side, and he groaned. "Ugh, the chairs now, too. They weren't a few minutes ago. And, I mean, I would have used that excuse if it had occurred to me. I'd much rather have it be fake than this."
He scrubbed a face tiredly over his face before he peeled himself off of the couch, careful not to move too quickly and somehow dump himself off of it. He crossed the room to grab one of the dog toys from the basket he'd assigned to that purpose, tossing it for Loki to catch. At least that wasn't floating yet. "It stops if I Finite it, but there doesn't seem to be an end to it."