Of course it was once she was closer that she noticed the leash in his hand and her eyes followed the leash down until she spotted the puppy attached to it. It was so cute! So tiny! So not Quentin she had to laugh. She didn't mean to, but she never would have pegged Quentin as the type to keep such a small dog. Sure she'd saw in the journal that he'd put up a picture and told everyone he was keeping it and she knew that type of dog was tiny, but seeing it in real life was just so different then reading about it.
"Such a tiny puppy, Professor," she quipped, stopping in front of him before dropping into a crouch to pet the puppy. She probably should have greeted her friend first, but puppies and dogs typically drew the attention first. Who was she to deny such a cute little face? She reached out, letting the pup sniff her hand before reaching out and petting him. And once the need to love on the puppy was sufficiently met she stood back up, an apologetic, happy grin on her face.
"Such an adorable dog." And of course now it was time to focus on Quentin and she took him in, noting that he looked much like he had. Oh she could certainly see that he'd changed. Years had passed since she'd seen him. But he still looked like the Quentin she remembered. Would he ever change? He'd best or she'd have to be jealous.
"Didn't dream to think that I'd have two meetings in such a short time. Do I have the pup to thank for you being down here?" Dogs of all sizes and ages had to be walked, after all.