"Oh, right, yeah...Pongo," Neal had to picture it, since it'd been awhile since he'd seen 101 Dalmations. He imagined that owning one was a popular thing after the movie came out (the multiple versions of it) and then sort of fell off the wayside after the hype died down. Cruella de Vil wearing a coat of the furs? Scary stuff. "Yeah, I can see why you like Pongo. He's a pretty awesome dog."
The last nugget had been consumed, and would settle like a brick in the pit of Neal's stomach. Seriously, he knew what was in these things and yet he wanted to pretend he didn't - the sheer amount of chemicals would depress anyone, but how could something so bad for you taste so good? Sigh. "I better get going, but maybe when I rescue my new best friend, I'll introduce you," he said to the bouncy girl. "I'm on the Valar network," Neal added for the benefit of Severus. "Just look me up, if you want." He grinned at the blob with eyes, babies were so roly-poly and fat at that age (it was kind of adorable), and tickled him in the belly to get him to scrunch his face and laugh. No tears!