Daphne wasn't sure she wanted to pet the dog. He was cute and that worked in her favor, but she didn't think touching it before eating would be a wise decision. Not that she thought Mrs. Zabini would keep him around if he wasn't clean.
When the waiter came Daphne declined the menu, when it came to food she could be a creature of habit. She ordered a bowl of fresh cut fruit, a small pastry and some tea.
"Wilber," Daphne said in response to the older woman's need for name suggestions. Then she frowned, it was a horrid name and didn't fit the puppy at all. "Please don't name him that, I don't know where that idea came from." She looked back down at the puppy and tried to think of a better suiting name. She was finding the task a little challenging, though, she hadn't had much practice in naming things. "He is a bit scruffy," Daphne agreed. "Is he going to get much bigger? It would be silly to name him 'little'-anything if he's going to be a larger dog."