"Oh yeah! He told me about that. Keeps beating himself up over it for some reason. Not that that's unusual for him." She smiles fondly. "He's a sweetie. Got his head on all wrong, though, poor dear."
Back at the shop, Sable slides back over her register counter. She leans forward to beckon to Toto, though. "Those little ones... do they eat anything? I can get him something from the back..."