The puppy just blinked at him, sniffing his fingers once before licking at his hand, tilting her head at Torii and Monty, tail shivering, but not wagging just yet.
Monty was apparently shocked by this, he wasn't used to other dogs being smaller than he was, and Thatcher was given an exploratory snuffle before he sat back, offering a paw to shake. Torii had to bite her lip to keep from grinning, picking up where she'd left off among the shelves.
Bobby huffed, still just amused, leaning against the workdesk, watching, "Manners, that's a new one."