Zoe was a little surprised when the dog came back with the stick. She also surprised that she was happy that the dog had returned. She bent down to get the stick and to give him a soft pat on the side if he was in reach. She stood again and was pulling back to throw the makeshift playtoy when the dog decided to say something else.
"You.." There was a soft Chinese curse or two. "You're talking. Smoke? No, don't smoke, and dogs shouldn't either. Hell, the only person I know that smokes shouldn't - I don't care if he is a god. It's an only somewhat sexy habit." She lifted the stick to throw it again.
"You remind me of him. Think he'd like you. Have half a mind to call him and have him see you." She threw the stick, her mind not at all up to putting a few things together.