Signy would have chimed in, or looked between the two topsiders to try and figure out what they were talking about, but about halfway through their exchange, she had her attention suddenly commandeered as the not-squirrel, who had started nuzzling against the hand she'd laid flat on the table. She lifted her hand, perplexed, "Oh, did I put my hand down on something he wanted?" She asked, but no, there was nothing beneath her palm, and the dog was still looking at her with expectant eyes, waiting for something. Signy just didn't know quite what.