Miles gave a light smile at the small pup. Judging by his paws, that dog would probably get anywhere between 14 and 18 pounds at most. It appeared to be a terrier mix, possibly a Russell terrier and something else, but either way Lucky wasn't going to be huge. Miles would more than likely get to keep the dog inside once he was fully grown. That analysis was comforting.
Miles was a bit surprised to hear what Theo had said about books. Then again, that would be a normal response after having spent about a year living with impulsive, brute-strength Neanderthals, who wouldn't know a what a book was if it hit them in the head, hard, repeatedly.
"Yes. I agree. Technologies can fail, as we've all seen in the past few years, but books, books will always be here, waiting for us to come back to them. It's a shame that more people around here aren't reading them." Miles winced after what he last said. He shouldn't have said that. That was insulting and he'd surely be punished for it. He lowered his head down, waiting for the hit to come. he had stepped out of bounds.
But a hit never came. Just a question about how he, Miles, was doing. He tried not to look confused but it didn't work too well.
"Um, I'm okay.. I guess," he answered unsteadily. The whole human interaction things was still new to him.