Feeling a lot calmer, but still awkward and nervous, Rorie walked back with Garret and looked on with Max in Mal's lap. It was cute and heart warming, something hellhounds are not related to in any way, shape, or form usually. Giving Garret's hand a squeeze before letting go, he stayed quiet as he walked over slowly and sat down next to Mal. Not super close, but enough to show that he wasn't going to spazz out.
"So what are we eating?" He asked looking up at Garret. It wasn't hard to figure out that a grand speech wasn't for Mal. It would be actions and not just words to get them to feel more at ease with each other.