"No." Lorna looked to the puppy and then back to Jubilee. "This is your dog though." She explained almost as if chastizing a kid. (Good Lord, she's somehow developed mother tone. She was chalking it up to dealing with Madrox.) "It's not ours. You're the one responsible for the vet, training, food, walking, cleaning up after it. If you go on vacation you either take it with you or ask someone to help out, not just leave without making arrangements."
Lorna stepped up and scratched behind the puppies ears. "And if it destroys anymore personal property, you're financially responsible. Deal?"