Reb excelled at being a social butterfly, it seemed. Ears perking up when Clary addressed him, his tail only wagged harder, hitting the ground with a rhythmic thump!. Cathy rolled her eyes in his direction, directing a pointed, "No!" at the animal when he prepared to try and (likely unsuccessfully) jump into the girl's lap. It had taken long enough, but he was finally starting to listen to some choice commands. Or maybe that had something to do with the charms surrounding the Welcome Center. Cathy liked to think it was the former.
"He doesn't have very good manners," she apologized to the girl, while Izzy shot her a pointed 'look', begging to disagree.
"His manners are fine. He just loves everybody."
Cathy made a face, and an amendment. "He just loves everybody a little too much. And food." Even Izzy had to agree with that, head bobbing up and down as she nodded enthusiastic agreement.
It was no trouble at all to pour another glass of orange juice, and a second later, she crossed to the table to set it in front of Clary, stealing a glance at her work of art. "That's incredible," she credited her genuinely, taking in the image of the winged man, an impossible contrast captured in his facial features. At the question, she gave a nod, opening her mouth to reply. Her daughter beat her to it.
"Fine!" Izzy stated with commitment, lowering her glass of orange juice to beam over at the older girl. "My daddy and I watched the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie the other night, and I didn't think it was even out here, yet."
Cathy grimaced. It wasn't. Oh, the wonders of the internet.
"We're doing well," she stated diplomatically, heading back over to the refrigerator to retrieve a bag of slice-and-bake cookies. Finding the cookie sheet amongst an unorganized cabinet system presented another issue, but she continued speaking as she embarked upon the quest. "How's everything been here at the Center, for you? Do you have everything you need?"