Luke / Clint / the worlds best dog
"Right!" Clint said, clapping -- well, one hand against his cup which was practically the same thing, okay? -- in excitement. "Luke, right? I'm Clint. I have --" he turned away, putting two fingers in his mouth to whistle at the direction of the food table. No doubt his dog was there, begging for pizza. "Lucky!"
"He's coming," Clint promised. "He's --you're gonna love him. Can't believe you've never seen a dog before. I'm so sorry for you."