After finishing with the desert on Daphne's hands, the puppy moved away from them and began to wander the house, searching out new smells and finding new areas. Harry was content to let him be. Now that he had a home, Harry was happy and he was quite sure the dog was happy as well, he did get desert out of it.
Grinning, he followed after Daphne. She could be sure that he wouldn't be bringing home a new pet every week. Had this one not been as cute as he was, Harry probably would have taken him to a shelter first, rather then bring him home. Daphne was up on the counter before Harry reached her, a spoonful of ice cream already in her mouth.
"He doesn't have a name." he grinned, happy because he was home and happy because she had said the puppy could stay. Once he'd answered her, going after his proper greeting, ice cream and all. He laughed lightly pulling away to leave a couple light kiss against her lips. "Hmm. That taste better on you then it does on a plain old spoon. Can we throw away the spoons?"