Re: Quicklog: Dinner and company
Dietre sniffled, then hastily wiped at his face in an effort to look somewhat composed. Only a few words had come out from Sadie mouth, but already he felt a little more at ease. Her accent and way of talking was quite different from everyone else he had met so far, it was charmingly distracting, and Dietre was in dire need of distraction. She seemed ready to mother, and mothering was a thing he was as much in need of as he was distractions.
"Um... Her name is Sieglinde. She's still a puppy..." He released her once the door was shut, and the dog circled Sadie, sniffling at her feet, jaws dropping open in a doggy grin. The german shepherd had entered the gangly stage, big footed and a bit clumsy. Another month or two and Dietre wouldn't really be able to call her a puppy anymore.
"No, I do need to thank you. I do." There was no making him swallow the suggestion that he was the person doing anyone a favor. Sadie couldn't know how her being here was probably saving his life, but he suspected Misha had an idea, hence him being so quick to send her over. He couldn't be trusted alone in the state he was in.
He was being a terrible host, Dietre knew, his reactions slow, his thoughts muddled. He should have brought down the dishes himself, but he could only gesture toward the cabinets and drawers by the stove. His house was small and narrow, there was only enough room for one person in the kitchen area at a time, so he lingered in the 'living room', watching Sadie, looking lost. "That-- That would be fine."