Re: Clint / Roxy
Clint took an offered slice (because no one said no to pizza -- no one that was in their right mind, anyway) and grinned a boyish sort of grin.
Lucky, clearly deciding he'd made a new best friend was wagging his tail at a mile a minute. He seemed healthy to Clint. "I take him to the vet," Clint defended. "Never seems to be a problem. It's not like that's all he eats. It's just, you know, his favorite. He's allowed to have opinions."