*swings Arandur up onto her hip with practiced ease, meandering in your direction as he recounts the exciting details of his day* *nodding attentively* But it was a friendly dog, wasn't it? And you asked your daddy before you threw the frisbee back, didn't you? *kisses his cheek* Good boy.
*stands on her toes leans up to kiss your cheek, as well, pressing her free hand to your arm (normalcy, oh, for some normalcy)* It sounds like you've been busy. *smiles off Arandur's giggling* I don't suppose you and Cúthalion have given thought to a p-u-p-p-y?