Re: The Stones
"Oh, ha ha. You two are so incredibly funny I think I'll laugh myself into a coma," Brandon quipped, no less amused as he looked between the two women. "If you get me a collar, it would just go to Cinnamon, though he's not big on collars so it'd probably just end up gnawed through and left somewhere in the dirt outside." His grin was playful.
Kori's question about what was going on outside was met with an indignant gaze from Brandon. Had she really just asked that? He wasn't sure if he was going to answer, so instead, he focused on filling his mouth with not-Spam food to keep it occupied. He needed a distraction.
As though on cue, Cinnamon dashed back into the room from where Regan had taken him for a quick walk. He'd been crying, and Brandon was already late, so he'd willingly let Regan take him and had hurried to meet with his sisters. Now, though, the tan husky was back and ready for attention. He barreled from the door up to the table, his paws on Brandon's leg as he sniffed at the contents of the plate. He should have been angry, but the dog picked only the thing he was least interested in from the plate, the Spam, obviously, and sat next to his owner, gnawing happily.
"Ha! Trained you well…" he was unable to keep himself from saying. "I'd be mad but that was just so brazen that I can't help but respect the courage…" he added with a wry smirk.