*shifts closer on impulse, the better to reach the mutt's floppy ears* *smiling, drawling softly* Lookit you, you big baby. Miss Mabel'll have my hide later on, I hope you know.
We'll manage.
*reckoned that much from hearing Jackie talk about the Fountain (a well-oiled machine, made to outlast everything up to a nuke or a coup)* *still, was more or less wondering if you'd misshim*
*tries to go for nonchalance, still absorbed with babying your dog* Me, I don't want him to quit. If it were up to me, I'd have him back in the office as soon as he... *pauses, because he doesn't quite think a few nights' sleep will do the trick* Well. As soon as he could, anyway.