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"Cricket??" It came out incredulously, Jack examining the dog and judging if the name fit. He pursed his lips, tugging on his beard...and then he nodded, saying, "No, I rather like that. Cricket."
Jack gave her one last ruffle of fur before standing, offering his hand for Heather to shake, late as it was. "Pleasure to meet you, love. Have you two been here long?" He slipped his thumbs into his belt, rocking on the balls of his feet. Jack wasn't one to sit (or stand as it be) still.