George had been out with an appointment with the Queen (one could rarely say they were doing that and be telling the truth, but George always was) to set a proper and final date for the wedding and he came into the house, smiling broadly over that pleasantness as well as the sound of giggles.
Biggles came padding into the entrance way and George bent to pat him, smiling, "Hullo, pup!" He grinned and hung up his coat, taking off his shoes then heading in to the living room, his fingers fiddling with the tie he was wearing-one wore a suit to see the queen, no doubt.
"Hullo, James, Tara!" He greeted cheerfully as he came in, giving a little wave.