Gillian had made a small, considerate hum at the idea of these activities posing as fun. She had no semblance of understanding toward the entire concept of the young man's strange games, and nor, she thought, did the samurai have any interest in contemplating them. Once Conan had been lifted off the ground, she had regained her comfortable distance once more, and all the while the dogs amused themselves with their new friend (or whatever they considered of him now).
"Do you think so?" She glanced from the boy to the dogs. Gillian had never allowed them to run about with young strangers and to entertain whatever frivolity Conan was suggesting, but by all appearances they seemed rather content to get along with him. Vastly more so than she, at least. While Edmond lapped at the boy's hand affectionately, Mercedes had stolen furtive glances at her owner before slinking over to sniff at the boy and wag her tail.
Gillian quirked her lips and gave the both of them a skeptical look. She hadn't brought them out for this sort of business. Even so, she took the idea into slow and begrudging consideration. She took a sip of her coffee and mulled it over. "Think you can manage the two of them?"