"Duh," Dylan said. "Rowlf's a dog, of course you'd hang out with him. Dogs are the best and don't you dare hurt him. He is a good boy." She'd reached out to grab his glass while taking a sip of her own, but his narrow-eyed look had her sputtering with laughter as a bit of her drink went down the wrong way. "We never agreed on a safe word," she managed after a second to cough and laugh at the same time. "C'mon, there's so much that we share and it's time we're aware."
She hadn't really brought much for experimenting, so she stuck to what she knew he liked with a twist, mixing up a whiskey lemonade and handing it back to him.