"Sounds sexy," Katie teased, unable to keep from laughing at the sight of the two of them together. "I think that means you're dating right now. Quaffle expects flowers when you take him out to dinner."
She let her dog greet T for a little bit longer and then snapped her fingers as she said firmly, "Alright Quaffle, down." The dog barked, still trying to lick T's face, and Katie said more commandingly, "Quaffle. Down." When the dog dropped to his feet with a reluctant whine, Katie added, "Good boy."
Flashing a smile at T, Katie ran her hands through her sun-streaked hair, drawing it back into a loose ponytail as she said, "Come on in! I promise to stop Quaffle from trying to snog you more."