Peter shook the other man's hand cheerfully. "Father Peter Fitzpatrick, Ship's Chaplain. How do you do?"
Once his hand was released, he smiled and extended his hand down to Nikko to sniff. "And how do you do, Nikko, was it?"
Peter had always been fond of dogs. Growing up, the family had gone through a variety of mutts, most discovered along the side of the road. Had he not become a priest, he might have tried his hand at vetrinary medicine.
"I can't blame him for wanting to go for a walk. It's certainly sunny enough to want to be outside, isn't it?" The weather was almost tropical today -- but, still, it was a sunny tropical. Heat and all, it was a good day for a walk if you weren't going far.