He seemed more than organized, Lottie thought as she listened. He seemed like he had a plan. Plans were good, they were a nice starting point. She really hoped he realized that that's all they could be, though: a starting point. Very little down here ever truly went according to plan. There was too much that was changeable, and even more that was not. For example, the place he was suggesting for his new home was not going to be as hospitable as he imagined. There was a reason it was overrun with shades; there was nothing else that could be done with the area. But he did have a point about organizing the spirits of the dead, and a lot of his other ideas seemed very good. Lottie just hoped he didn't get too frustrated when something didn't work the way he wanted it to.
Then again, thus far, he'd managed to surprise her at every turn by being far more flexible and generous than she'd anticipated. Which was her own fault for underestimating him. But still, she didn't want him to get discouraged. More than that, Philotes really wanted him to stay. She could see that he could be very good for this place, good for those that called this place home. Plus, she liked him. So she'd just help him as best she could and maybe suggest another place for his temple.
Before she got that far though, he started talking about a dog. Lottie blinked. He had a dog? Really? He hadn't seemed the sort to keep pets. And yet... he did. Because it kept coming back. She bit her cheek to hide the smile that wanted to curve her lips. A dog would not keep returning if there was nothing to draw it in. If Hades were cruel or if he ignored the dog, it would move on. It hadn't. She was extremely good at reading between the lines, she'd had to be given her family, and Friendship could see what Hades didn't want to admit.
“Of course not,” she replied, her mind going back to her earlier thoughts on planning and how plans could change. “You've got a lot to do down here, you don't have time to take care of a pet.” There was a long pause before she asked, “Is it a big dog? I mean, is it a scruffy little follow you around and be cute kind of dog, or is it a big ol' saliva dripping from fangs sort of guarding kind of dog? Because the second one might be useful. For somebody. You could perhaps find him a good home if he's useful. If he's not... maybe some little girl would like a dog to put bows in his hair or something. Do you think he'll be useful?”