*laughs and leans in to give you a brief kiss (and Marigold is even more delighted by this display of affection than either you or he could profess to be (in public) )* *inquisitively* Do puppies ever get tired?
*turns his attention to cutting the cake, under Elemmakil's strict guidance* *mutters* Eru, I thought you went to military school not anal-retentive-geometry school. What does Hypotenuse have to do with my cake? *to Erestor* You'll have some, won't you?