Bobby smiled, especially as Thatcher flopped over on her side, grumble-whining and pawing at Robbie's fingers, demanding a belly rub. Monty, for his part, tried switching paws to shake, whining softly, "She's a sweetheart." He shrugged, arms folding, "Couldn't just leave her there."
He arched a brow at Torii then, "You figure out how the place is organized yet?" "Nope!" Was the cheerful response, leafing carefully through one of the heavier tomes.