"Do you think we'll really need all that?" Dom looked over the cart and all the pails, seeming a little dubious. His office was bigger, certainly, but not that large. He appreciated Parker waiting for him to open the door, and moved to do so-
Only to be knocked back by a gangly looking puppy charging into his waist. He huffed a breath, managing to stay on his feet by sheer reflex. The dog had a tendency to greet him that way, after all.
"Barnabas?" The dog yipped an affirmative, dropping down to the floor to spin an excited little doggy circle in front of the two of them. Dominic had to laugh at that, reaching out to scratch the dog's ears. "Apparently we're going to need help painting,"